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head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}

Part 15.

Summary: Oliver's first night and the next morning at Saltburn, and you learn that not only does he know more about you and Felix than you'd assumed, but he knows even less about the social rules of a place like this than you'd imagined.

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Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.

Warnings: suggestive themes, we finally get the basis of the consensual pervert/enabler dynamic between oliver/reader(/felix). its implications in this chapter but will probably get more explicit in future.

A/N: 4908 words. venetia catton is a menace to society and i am in lvoe with her. set up is being set up!! we're getting there, friends!!

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You wish you hadn't looked out of the window. You wished you hadn't cracked open the door to step onto the balcony. You wished you hadn't waited up.

Dinner had ended hours ago, and Felix was well and truly asleep, but you'd left your smokes on his balcony and had taken a break from going over the guest lists for the upcoming events that Duncan had provided you with. It was something you did every year, it helped calm your anxiety around these formal events, to be well versed on all the patrons in attendance, making everyone feel as though their place at Saltburn mattered, if only for a night. There was most certainly some deep, psychological root of your crippling social anxiety and fear of faux par and failure, but that was almost certainly a problem to investigate in the future.

The lilac study had been functionally unused since before even Felix had been born, sitting idle and untouched but beautifully furnished directly across from his room, on the other side of the long gallery, with a beautiful view of the gardens. It became unofficially your study many years ago, though sometimes Felix would use it too if he had some kind of Summer project he had to attend to. But now it was yours, set up with a bulky computer for the occasional emails from your family business that you were becoming slowly more involved in. Mostly, however, you spent your time thoroughly poring over these dossiers of guest lists with attached relevant information, committing all of them to memory.

After spending most of the day high, you felt guilty enough to get a head start on the Summer that evening.

But just before midnight you'd needed a smoke.

Oliver and Venetia painted so pale in the moonlight, Oliver half dressed and clearly ready for bed, Venetia with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders that you knew she wouldn't have brought herself. It doesn't seem to be a particularly deep conversation, but you think you can see Venetia smiling, and a smile like that can never mean anything good. Surely she'd told Oliver some pretty lie about why she was out there, but her room was on the other side of the house.

Oliver is unconventionally wonderful, and she is, and forever will be, Venetia Catton.

He will fall for her tricks, and you're sure part of her, just like her brother, just like yourself, would fall for part of Oliver's unsuspecting charms.

Just like she said she had with Eddie.

No, this was deliberate, you were sure; Venetia was playing this dangerous game again.

Retiring back to your study, you make sure to keep the door ajar to hear of anyone coming through the gallery. Saltburn is a creature that groans when you tread in the wrong places; you, like Duncan, had long ago mastered the art of moving around the house in total silence. None of the Cattons had ever felt it a necessary skill to learn. Oliver hadn't even been here a day. His footsteps practically echoed like drum beats.

"Everything okay, Ollie?" You shoot for casual, voice loud enough that you know he'd hear it in the quiet ambiance of the night, but that it wouldn't disturb Felix. The footsteps stop. There's no tell-tale creak of his door. Then, he moves towards you.

"How'd you know it was me?" Oliver, at your door, is shirtless. Oh. Right. Of course he was. He had been in the garden only moments before.

"I saw you downstairs," you say, trying to regain your train of thought. It's the easiest for him to digest, and most of the truth. He hadn't seemed to like the thought of you knowing his prescription earlier, even though you were just embarrassed to admit you'd stolen his glasses for a few days back in the first few months of meeting him, throwing enough money at an optometrist that they'd figured out his prescription from his current glasses. Right now you didn't want to tell him that you had spent enough time here that you could distinguish the Cattons from their staff, and distinguish each of the Cattons by footstep alone, and that Oliver's was so blatantly different to everyone else's that it was easy to deduce it was him. No, you don't say any of that.

"Oh," Oliver says awkwardly, shivering a little. Despite the heat of the day, it had cooled off considerably, "I spotted Venetia down there, I thought she might have been sleepwalking."

"Was she?" You ask with an automatic little smile, not wanting to give away how much you knew this to be Venetia's game.

"Said she was looking at the moon."

A sight you knew was perfectly visible from her own room. But you bite your tongue on that.

"So no?" You let the smile ease to something less robotic, something knowing, and Oliver sheepishly shook his head. Settling back in your chair in the lamp light, you look him over. Had he always looked so... you remember how he'd looked in the moonlight of your room and you have to look away, lest you get yourself flustered.

"Are you alright?" Oliver speaks up, taking a step into the study, finally letting himself look around. "Thought you'd be in bed."

"I'm meant to be," you admitted, "but I was getting ahead of this year's Summer schedule," you gesture to the book, and Oliver finally comes and joins you. He leans down over your shoulder, squinting at the pages, your shoulder pressed to his hip. He squints a little longer. Ah, "you're welcome to have a good look at it tomorrow," you offered brightly, pointedly not saying when you're wearing contacts and actually able to see, but Oliver thankfully seems to take the hint, even if he's still clearly awkward about the reminder. His hand then comes to rest on your shoulder, looking down at you and the way you're glowing in the gold light.

A moment passes; there's something on his mind, but you'll never push. Eventually it always comes out. It doesn't take long this time at least.

"Felix brought someone else to Saltburn, didn't he? Before; not just you," Oliver says softly, eyebrows knitting together. Fucking Venetia, you thought ruefully. Some of it must show on your face, because Oliver's hand comes up from your shoulders, thumb against the faintest scowl that has wrinkled your brow.

"What did she tell you?"

"Nothing really," he says faintly; while his expression is no longer concerned, there's something about the way he's watching you, cataloguing every small moment and movement of your face, each looking in your eyes, everything about you and your reaction that makes you feel... studied. Catalogued. Seen. You don't flinch away, don't move, just let yourself react, and let Oliver watch all the while. Then, after a moment, his hand is moving again, holding your chin, thumb running so gently over the curve of your lips, "called me lucky is all," he mumbled, as if transfixed by your face, by the way you're allowing this moment to go on, "said you didn't even like the last one." His words dip with disdain as he recalls what Venetia had said; what a snitch she was, you found yourself thinking.

"You need to be careful, Ollie," you tell him faintly, warning on your lips as you found yourself biting your tongue on a past that you don't feel is yours to really speak on. It was true that you had never been best friends with Eddie, but you were still rather fond of him. Even if that fondness was born from Felix's. Even if you were glad to be rid of him. Even if he hadn't even made it down the driveway before you were sending emails and worming your way into the Oxford administration usernet.

"Careful of the cold-blooded Cattons?" He asks, voice surprisingly idle, as if bored by the warnings, unphased by them. Where had his earlier trepidation gotten to, you wonder, right as Oliver gently caresses your cheek, "or should I be careful of you?" There's something in his voice that you're sure you'd only heard when he was looking up from between your thighs.

When you open your eyes, you find yourself meeting his curious gaze. The lamp paints his cool skin gold. One conversation with Felix and his hesitancy is gone. It's like you picked up right where you'd left off with each other before Felix's jealousy had awoken. It's actually a little infuriating, bordering on embarrassing, how taken you are with Oliver's quiet confidence.

After a moment in which you struggle to find the right words, Oliver actually smiles at you. It's almost condescending, like he understands the effect he has on you in these moments.

"Don't be jealous, pet," he tells you. Immediate, flustered shock flashes across your face before you can even stop it. But he doesn't tease, doesn't draw out the moment, he simply lets you breathe in and adjust to the moment, to his use of the nickname.

Saltburn creaks, the tell-tale noise of the old house settling into its foundation; Oliver, unfamiliar with the way the Estate echoes it's own, predicable, discordant melody of a night, looks to the door with sudden nerves once more. Something about his momentary uncertainty of his surrounds reminds you to breathe, to settle yourself like the house you practically grew up in.

You give a tired smile like it's all merely a joke, closing the dossier on the table in front of you.

"You should go to bed, Ollie," you tell him, voice nothing but warm and gentle, "we both should." Oliver ducks his head obligingly, stepping back from your seat to give you space, but still waiting patiently for you.

Once the lamp clicks off and the two of you are drenched in darkness, Oliver's voice cuts through the darkness as the two of you make your way to the lighter, long gallery.

"It must be nice being away from Oxford, being somewhere you don't have to pretend."

"Pretend what?"

"You know, the thing that's going on with you and Felix, whatever you want to call it." He says it so casually that you respond without really thinking. After all, he had a point; it's one of the many reasons you loved Summers at Saltburn.

"I don't even know the right words for it," after a long moment to think, you admit sheepishly. Then, moving to the long gallery that's still dimly lit, you look to Oliver with mild confusion as you fully process his words, "you... know?" Oliver, shirtless and in his pyjama bottoms, leans casually against his doorframe with a coy little smile. "How much do you know?" His smile grows wider; even from here his eyes look like they're shining with amusement.

"I don't think that kind of talk's appropriate for polite company," he teases, and you can feel your heartbeat racing. Sure you weren't careful at university, but you thought you'd at least convinced everyone it was platonic. Somehow.

"What- Oliver what does that mean? What have you seen or heard or -?" You babbled, flustered beneath his knowing gaze that suddenly burned with desire.

"Don't you want to be wanted anymore?" Is all he offered, simply wishing you a good rest of your night, slipping into his room. You're left flustered and speechless and honestly getting a little hot and bothered trying to figure out exactly what he was implying, and what he had seen.

Back in your room, you flick on the lamp on your side of the bed, trying to remain as quiet as possible as to not disturb the already sleeping Felix as you undress yourself, searching for your pyjamas. You're so in your head thinking about the encounter you'd just had with Oliver, trying to understand all the implications he left unsaid, that you don't even hear Felix yawning and shifting in the bed, half woken by the light.

"Hot," he mumbles after a long, appreciative hum, wearing a wide smile that would have bordered on leering if you didn't know him better. Actually, it was leering, but if anyone was allowed to leer at you it would be half asleep Felix, "this is perfect," he muses, pulling back the blankets to make room for you on the bed next to him, "you can stay like this; come here, don't worry about the pyjamas, no-one cares about them -" and you're more than happy to tuck yourself up against him like this. Pyjamas were more a habit than anything else, and Felix draws shapes on your bare back as you're both falling asleep.

Yes, you think to yourself as you're drifting off, it is nice being away from Oxford, being somewhere you didn't have to pretend.

The next morning you decide to chalk Oliver's boldness and implications up to the late hour, and don't feel the need to mention it over breakfast. Or, well, not all of it.

"Is there something wrong with the toast, pet?" Pamela asks gently across the table, her big, doe eyes boring into you where you'd been glaring down at your plate for the past five minutes. Venetia and Farleigh have been talking quietly together on Felix's other side, clearly comparing notes on Oliver already. Looking up at her just as the other two go quiet, you try and reassure her that everything's fine, even if your face hasn't quite gotten the message.

"Come on, shouldn't you just be happy that -" Venetia starts, but you cut her off before she can say something demeaning about either yourself or Oliver, knowing her too well to trust her mouth at any time of day, even over breakfast with the whole family.

"I am happy Ollie's here, Ven," you told her flatly, leaning forward to level an unimpressed look at her around Felix, "less thrilled about you being weird and coquettish outside my window," even though your façade doesn't show it, you're pleased by the pleased little cackle Felix covers with a sip of his drink, "do they not have the moon on your side of the house?" You snipe, and Venetia immediately rolls her eyes.

"See, I told you," Farleigh clicked his tongue pointedly, refusing to look at you in this moment, "possessive."

"Existing in my own home doesn't make me weird," Venetia gives a mean, humourless smile back, "and talking to our houseguest after he approached me doesn't make me coquettish."

"It does when you're doing it in that little, damn teddy nightgown and talking shit about me!"

"Christ, Vee," Felix sighed with faint disappointment. While your ribbing could be construed as playful or even jealous, Venetia always took Felix's negativity to heart. Not that he'd ever been able to tell that; Venetia always did well to hide her hurt behind further, thorny barbs.

"I wasn't talking shit," she sighed, terribly exasperated all of a sudden, "I just told him you were like one of those angry, little purse dogs Paris Hilton carries around," Venetia said without a hint of apology or remorse, "which of course makes Felix Paris -" Felix tears his slice of toast in half and jams both halves into Venetia's cup of tea without warning, causing her to shriek with absolute indignation.

"Felix, please," Elspeth sighs from beside Pamela, who'd all but leapt from her seat with shock, watching as two of the staff suddenly swarmed the flustered young woman to start cleaning the spilled, soiled drink from the table.

"'Felix, please'?" You huff mockingly under your breath before your best mate even gets the chance to be indignant for himself, "Venetia, please," you correct haughtily, though you're quietly glad that Elspeth has chosen to pointedly ignore you. However Venetia herself casts her gaze to you and Felix, both of you wearing near identical, childish looks of irritation, to which she responds in kind. Venetia sticks her tongue out at you both.

Pamela just watches Venetia's poor teacup despairingly as it's whisked away. Elspeth sighs deeply, and asks if anyone had informed Oliver what time breakfast would be. It had slipped your mind, and judging by the look on Felix's face, it had slipped his as well.

By the time Oliver joins you all, the tense atmosphere had disappeared, easing to something light and bright as you and the Catton family looked forward to the day, and to helping Oliver get properly acquainted with the Estate. During the discussion, the planning, you make a mental note to find one of the many beautiful books on Saltburn and the intricacies of it's heritage for Oliver to have a look at if he wanted to. While the idea of researching one's holiday home may not sound like the greatest idea of fun to most people, getting familiar with the house your best friend always took for granted made you feel like you understood it better, made you feel like you knew what you were settling yourself amongst.

"Y/N, dear, is that copy of Percy Bysshe Shelley's poetry still amongst your collection?" Sir James brings up, his eyes bright and wide. The book in all it's aged glory is sitting on your shelf in Oliver's room at that moment.

Very suddenly you're hit with a rush of affection, and the memory of a sweet summer afternoon, of being captured by Love's Philosophy written so simply on those pages. Those summer afternoons turned into evenings and the maze became the kind of magical only you could seem to feel, but that Felix would always indulge you in. Oh. You had to bring Oliver along, see if he could feel it too.

"Yeah," you cleared your throat, giving Sir James a smile across the long dining table. He seems delighted, apparently having read Percy Shelley's biography not to long ago, and has since wanted to reacquaint himself with the poet's work. For a moment, Venetia lights up with genuine interest and intrigue; for as long as you'd known her, she'd shared her father's passion for history, both harbouring a peculiar fascination for the sordid private lives of prominent creative figures.

Several years ago, Venetia had gifted her father the biography of Howard Hughes for Christmas; the following year, Sir James had pulled enough strings to get them both in attendance as VIPs for The Aviator's world premiere, the film based on that very same book. Venetia says the best part was meeting and having drinks with Leo DiCaprio; the only photo that she got properly printed and framed from the premiere, the one of her and her father beaming, says she's lying. They still spend hours in the library together when James isn't working. Venetia almost seems to be relaxed in those moments, from what you'd observed.

Oliver is back to being his quiet, awkward self when he finally makes it to the table, all fidgeting and uncertain steps towards the only empty chair at the table. Venetia lights up a cigarette as a new teacup is placed in front of her, both she and Farleigh observing Oliver's every movement with anthropological curiosity. So, instead of looking at either of them, Oliver looks to you, giving an almost nervous smile as he sits gingerly.

The mood is almost cripplingly uncomfortable.

Oliver tries to order a full English breakfast; Duncan looks like he'd just called his mother a cunt to his face.

The second hand embarrassment at the failed formality makes you feel like you're seconds away from some kind of empathetic anxiety attack, so you jump to your feet as the rest of the family act like they really live in a reality where every other person knew every secret high society script they were born knowing. They recover, but not quick enough for Oliver to not be tense, nor for you to not have made your way to the breakfast table on the side.

"Breakfast is on the side, darling," Elspeth says with an almost forcibly bright air, but falters as you call out that you've got it.

"You don't need to do that -" Oliver mumbles awkwardly, but is cut off when Venetia starts actually barking at you with a wide, mean smile.

This time, Felix picked up one of the cooked tomato halves from his plate, squishing it in his hand over Venetia's new cup of tea, letting the pulpy remains splatter into her now second ruined drink that she couldn't cover fast enough.

"How would you like your eggs?" Duncan ignores the petty siblings as the poor service staff once more whisk away Venetia's teacup, much to her exasperation. Oliver looks to the butler nervously, wondering if this was a joke or a test, assuring him that he could get them himself, but it's Farleigh who cuts in, voice like ice.

"The eggs are made for you," he explains coldly, barely looking up from whatever he had been working from, but his gaze flicks from Oliver's nervous expression to you, over his shoulder, carrying a plate loaded with food and scowling at him and his tone. Finally, convinced that it wasn't a joke, Oliver awkwardly asks for fried eggs from Duncan, who complies, and simply seems glad that the interaction had ended. When you put the plate down in front of Oliver, he glances up at you, almost looking apologetic.

"You really didn't have to -"

"I know," you responded cheerfully, giving his shoulder a squeeze, "you can get yourself breakfast for the whole rest of Summer, but it's your first day."

"You're very kind, very good to me," Oliver looks up at you through his lashes, blue eyes shining, grateful, stumbling through his words, "you- you're very good." For just a moment there's a flash of something more deliberate in his eyes that the others don't seem to see, and he watches the way the praise hits you with intent.

"Oh my god," Venetia groans across the table, "it's like you want me to bark at you -"

"Venetia, I have more tomatoes," Felix warned without even looking at her, but pointing sharply to emphasise his words. You thanked him airily as you returned to your seat and he beamed at you while his sister called you both terribly childish. She did not appreciate being reminded that she was the one barking in the first place.

It's Felix who breaks the tension to tell Oliver about the earlier discussion about the Percy Shelley biography, but it's Venetia who brings up the story of the poet's doppelganger. As she regales them all with the story of the housekeeper seeing the image of Shelley waving at him out of the window before realising the poet was in Italy and he was on the third floor, she tells it as if it's simply some scandalous gossip. Felix Catton, in possession of something of a rabbit heart when it came to anything remotely spooky, begged his sister to stop, even going so far as to cover his ears, but she seemed to enjoy getting under his skin, blithely ending the story with the housekeeper drowning only hours after the event.

While Elspeth announces that the story gave her goosebumps, and you admit it did send a shiver down your spine, Farleigh blurts out, without looking up from his notebook -

"I heard he fucked his sister."

While Sir James clearly didn't appreciate the addition, it's surprisingly Oliver who finds his voice.

"I think that was Byron."

The certainty of the correction is enough to get Farleigh to actually look up from his work. That's not how this was meant to go, at least that's what you think is on Farleigh's mind. Very rarely was Farleigh corrected at Saltburn; either the Catton's weren't as well researched on whatever he was spouting nonsense about, or they simply didn't care, but the point is Farleigh wasn't corrected at Saltburn. Farleigh could get away with the little white lies he told for fun here. He certainly wasn't fact checked by a newcomer at breakfast with the whole family.

When Oliver looks away from Farleigh, across to you and Felix, he sees the near identical smug little smiles you're both giving him. Both of you look rather pleased, and you see him almost grow rather flustered across the table. At least until Duncan sets a plate of fried eggs down in front of him.

Oliver's face falls, fork prodding the warm, gooey yolks almost like he's cautious of them.

You're back to watching, to observing and cataloguing further information about your guest. Runny eggs make Oliver sick; he looks it too, or perhaps that's simply the discomfort that comes from knowing he'll have Duncan's intense presence looming over him to take away what he'd just so kindly brought. Skin prickling with discomfort and desire to help, despite knowing there was nothing you could do, you fidget and try to finish your own food.

"Think I might head down for a swim after this," you hadn't, but you needed to say something to break the silence. Venetia and Felix are both quick to jump on the idea with enthusiasm, and Farleigh reluctantly agrees, if only to not feel left out. Across from you all, Oliver's trying to make himself as small as possible as he works on the breakfast you'd brought him. Never assuming, always waiting for an invitation, even now - "you game, Ollie?" You grinned.

Of course he was.

All you could think about as you searched for your nice bathers was how different Oliver was from last night. Then, your mind wandered back to that conversation, to all he had said, all he had implied. Catching a glimpse of Felix, already ready in just his swim trunks, towel slung over his shoulder, leaning and looking so effortlessly gorgeous and tanned already in the doorframe, you think of Oliver's implications. Clearly he'd seen enough of the two of you in private to understand the extent of your actual relationship, and considering the shit you got away with in public, and how both you and Felix admittedly couldn't be too bothered with things like closing the blinds when you have other things on your mind, you've got something of an idea of what Oliver may have seen. No, it wasn't appropriate for polite company.

But he'd slept with you, had seen and possibly heard you with Felix, and clearly had a thing for Felix himself. Why was he holding back? Why was he continuing to tease you the way he had last night? What kind of game was he playing?

Fine, if Oliver wanted to be a tease, wanted to play games, you could more than match his energy.

One of the many skills you'd picked up from a life spent next to the effortlessly attractive Felix, was learning how to put in the effort to appear effortlessly attractive even in comparison, in any situation. Of course you were hot, that was a given, but there was an art to the way you moved and smiled and behaved and posed and focused attention on yourself like it was a science you'd absolutely perfected.

Which is how Oliver, the last to arrive to the little, wooden jetty by the lake, found you laying out, glittering and glistening with water as the droplets clung to you, had your flattering bathers clinging to you in just the right way. Feet hanging over the edge, you arch your back just enough to tilt your head back, to watch him approaching upside down. Hands appearing casual, but carefully placed, one rested on your hip and lower belly, while the other reached out to give him a wave, your smile wide and sharp.

The others greet him, and though his gaze momentarily flicks to them, it always returns to you. Your back arches higher as you laugh, almost lifting you up to sitting, but you lay flat when he's on the jetty, when he's standing over you with a curious look.

"Hello gorgeous Ollie," you say with a teasing grin, "was beginning to get worried we might have lost you in there," you tell him, at least trying to look like you were trying to keep your expression serious, "its a big house."

"Are you high again?" He asks, and your smile grows all wide and sharp and amused. You shake your head.

"Why?"

"No reason," he says after a beat. Again there's quiet, apart from Felix and Farleigh squabbling over something trivial back on the grass. Oliver examines you, unashamedly letting his gaze roam down your body, the way you've displayed yourself so almost casually.

"Everything alright, Ollie?" You ask after a moment, reaching out to gently touch the side of his knee, contact, reminding him all at once to get out of his head, that this was reality. But your voice drops low enough that the others wouldn't hear, hand coming away, breaking the contact as you level a Cheshire smile at him, "is there something you want?"

Already it's worth it, since you see the exact moment Oliver realises what you're playing at. There's a sharp intake of breath, but an appreciative look in his eyes that quickly flick down your body once more. Then, he turns away, face quickly turning red as you all but cackle with glee.

The game has begun.

If all Oliver Quick could bring himself to do was watch, you'd put on a fucking show.

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berriweb · 10 months

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I absolutely love your work! Can you do some headcanons of both Miles with a S/O who plays soccer and gets injured + their reactions? TY

╰┈➤ ❝ soccer troubles ❞

: ̗̀➛ ft. 1610! miles morales/42! miles morales x gn! reader

: ̗̀➛ synopsis. both miles’ with an s/o who plays soccer and gets injured

: ̗̀➛ a/n. tysm anon <3333 hope you enjoy

— 1610! MILES MORALES

Miles is the type of boyfriend to constant brag about how good is s/o is at sports

So expect to constantly hear him boasting about you or asking for/about any updates during soccer season

10/10 supportive boyfriend, tries to show up to every game and repeatedly apologizes when he can’t make it to one or ends up leaving early because of his Spider-Man duties

Especially if he finds out afterwards that your team won, even more so if you scored and he missed out on seeing that

That being saiddddd, he’ll always text you while he’s gone before/after your games he misses to keep in tabs or will try to catch up after, which eventually lead to the text conversation that almost gave him a heart attack on the spot after he finished turning over a villain to the police and was crawling back into his dorm room through the window

M&M: just made it home, sorry i couldn’t make it to the game, yk how it is (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡ how’d you do?

You: we won buttttt

M&M: ¯\_(•᷄‎ n •́)_/¯?

Miles laughed at first, thinking you were playing another joke you’d occasionally pull to get a reaction out of him, when you sent him a picture of a hospital monitor

M&M: haha very funny (￢_￢;)

Miles didn’t find it as funny when you responded with a selfie of you holding up your arm to flex your new cast while sticking out your tongue and winking.

M&M: WHAT?????

After a very frantic phone call that mostly consisted of Miles freaking out and demanding to know what happened, he rushed to immediately change clothes and sneak back out, arriving at the hospital mere minutes after the call to be by your side

So you’d broken your arm after a horribly painful landing when you’d fallen during the game, and Miles felt extremely guilty for not being there when it happened despite your reminder that there’s nothing he would’ve been able to do had he been their watching anyway

Miles would be disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to see you play anymore for what would likely be a very long time during your recovery, but at the same time would be there to console you if you’re upset for the same reason, he’d understand you not wanting to miss out on playing

Until you’re fully healed, expect Miles to constantly be trying to cheer you up or find other ways to spend time that you normally would’ve dedicated to soccer

This means more dates, more hanging out at his/your house when not at school, etc.

At one point he probably tries to get you to play video games with you and specifically gets FIFA thinking you’d enjoy it

It’s pretty hard to play a game with one hand though, so that idea gets shut down pretty quick but it’s the thought that counts

He ends up spending the entire night playing for you while you watch

Carries everything for you because you’re injured, claims it’s the gentlemanly thing to do but he ends up doing the most and using his chivalry 24/7 as an excuse to spend more time with you

But claiming he was helping you carry your things can only excuse him from being late to class for so long

— 42! MILES MORALES

Miles is so in love that some would assume he’s more dedicated to your own sport than you with how much effort he puts into learning any and everything about it all for you

He wasn’t really into soccer before you, he knew the basics of the game but wasn’t all that interested for no reason in particular, but after you started dating he took time out of his day to learn everything about it

From your team as a whole to what position you play, any team you were playing against, he even memorized the schedule for your games the day you brought it up to him

There’s hardly a single thing that would keep him from going to your games, and if any Prowler business comes up that he 1000% can’t miss, he’ll be sure to make up for whatever soccer event he missed because of it

When I say he’s dedicated I mean he’s DEDICATED, won’t let a single thing stop him from sitting in the bleachers, likely by himself, far enough from the crowd to avoid distractions and watch you the entire game

He’s not as loud as the rest when your team scores and they cheer, but he makes a point of looking extremely proud whenever it’s you who scores

His attentiveness ends up mattering because he ends up being their the day you get injured

There wouldn’t be enough words to describe the dread that filled his stomach as the smile quickly wiped off his face when another player from the team ran straight into you as you switched directions with the ball, one wrong step twisting your leg just far enough to make you immediately collapse and put the entire game on pause

Miles was out of his seat before he could even process what had happened, and before he knew it he was sitting in the hospital waiting room, anxiously shaking his leg while waiting for the staff to let him in to see you

When he was finally able to visit you there was a solid 5 minutes of him constantly asking questions seeing if you needed anything and making sure you were okay while simultaneously cursing out the other team member for putting you in here in an angry thread of Spanglish while pacing back and forth

You had to make him promise he was joking when he ventured into threatening the person, and he did (while crossing his fingers behind his back)

Saying he was upset you wouldn’t be able to play until your now broken leg healed is an understatement, but Miles promises to help you with everything until you get better

And when I say everything I mean everything

His mother raised a gentleman so good luck convincing him to dial it down with the nurse mode because he’s going to be all over you

Walking you to and from every destination, offering a hand at every small step, keeping a protective stance anytime you’re walking near any group of people/crowd to avoid anyone bumping into you, even going as far as to insist he carries anything you try to hold on your own

“You know I broke my leg, not my fingers, right? I can carry one bag by myself.”

“No dice, puedo hacerlo. Give it here.”

“It’s one bag! It’s not even that heavy!”

“Stop playing with me Y/N, give. It. Here.”

“Miles I swear to god-”

You ended up having to fork it over.

Miles might come off as insanely overbearing but you end up getting use to letting him assist you nearly 24/7, at the end of the day you know he’s trying his best (and doing a damn good job at it), he’s only trying so hard to show he cares

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eddiemunsonw · 11 months

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Your presence is a gift

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After announcing your engagement to your boyfriend at Steve's birthday party, Eddie quite literally vanishes from your life. Just yours, though. You miss him terribly and when you run into him again two years later yet again at Steve's birthday party, you ask him for clarity.

CW/Disclaimer: A bit of angst with a happy ending I suppose?

Author's note: This fic came to life after seeing a silly text. I've put the image at the end. :)

Words: 4209

Time flies when you’re having fun, right? That’s what they say. Well, time also flies when you’re not having fun. Unless you’re in an excruciatingly painful disaster, then it’ll feel like you can feel every second painfully ticking by. For you, it felt like a combination of both.

Every day, he was on your mind. Eddie Munson. Someone you used to consider one of your closest friends. Up until two years ago, you used to hang out several days a week, a little less once you got a boyfriend but you never thought it would change this drastically. To think you hadn’t seen his face in so long felt impossible to you.

The last time you had seen him had been at Steve’s birthday party two years ago. Since you were sitting on the same stool you sat back then, you couldn’t help but think of him. Honestly, the whole environment reminded you of him. After all, you spent many nights with him, Steve and others here. Playing games, watching movies, talking until the sun came peeking through the trees again. You watched absentmindedly as Steve busied himself with entertaining his guests, occasionally glancing at you with mild concern. You told him you were fine, he just didn’t buy it. Oh well.

You knew it had been quick when you announced your engagement, you had only been dating Trent for about… four months? But he went down on one knee and you were always bad at saying no. Trent insisted on sharing it at Steve’s birthday party. You didn’t exactly want to take the attention away from Steve, but Trent… Well, sometimes it was just easier to agree than not to. Steve had been shocked, but happy for you. Eddie had been… Eddie. And yet he had been nothing like him at all. From being the life of the party he had gone instantly silent, gazing into his glass that he never ended up finishing. He congratulated you eventually, after asking you if you loved him, Trent. And you told him yes. Because who would marry someone who they didn’t love, right? Right.

The year after that, Eddie hadn’t attended Steve’s birthday. Supposedly he was sick but you knew he was simply avoiding you. Steve’s face never held many secrets from you and you could tell that the reason he gave you wasn’t a real one. Your husband had been sitting next to you, indifferent to it all. He frankly found it a little annoying that you were still so hung up over Eddie no longer being your… friend? Was that what it was? It felt like you had lost much more than a friend.

And that was that. No sign of Eddie since. He canceled on your get togethers, even the group ones, always claimed he was busy with the band which, for some time, seemed like a valid reason considering they were doing pretty well nowadays. However, all of that belief went out the window when you discovered that he did in fact still meet up with his friends. With Steve. Just not with you. Steve didn’t want to meddle, told you that you two should probably talk but Eddie made it impossible. Even when Steve tried to create an ‘accidental run-in’ between you two, Eddie figured it out before you even could arrive and had already bolted.

You forced yourself to accept that Eddie, for whatever reason, had decided he didn’t want to see you anymore. Maybe he needed time… or something. You couldn’t fathom why, not even when Trent exclaimed that ‘that weirdo’ had probably been waiting to get into your pants and when he realized he couldn’t, he had no more interest in being your ‘friend’. That remark had probably resulted in the biggest fight between you and Trent. Things had felt different after. Though looking back on it, things had never felt good in the first place. It had all just felt… expected and how it should be.

Despite everything, despite Trent’s obvious annoyance, you still sent Eddie a wedding invite. You missed him, you missed your friend more than you thought you could ever miss him. Sometimes, when you had a little too much to drink, you wondered whether there had been more. What if Eddie in fact did have… a desire to get into your pants. What if it wasn’t just a sexual desire. What if Eddie…

It never went much further than that. Eddie being in love with you was such a foreign concept to your brain that you couldn’t even entertain the thought. Not after dealing with your one-sided feelings for him for years. Not after seeing him kiss and take home whoever he felt like over and over and never once looking in your direction. Surely he would have considered you an option if it had been like that.

So, you had invited your friend. Asked Steve whether Eddie had brought it up with him or not. To which Steve responded that Eddie no longer wanted to talk about you. Yet you couldn’t help but hold on to hope.

It drove Trent insane when you insisted on adding banana flavored ice cream to the dessert options. He told you no one liked banana ice cream because it was rank and that it didn’t even taste like banana. Of course, he figured out who in your social circle did like it. Trent had gotten angry about a lot of trivial things and somehow Eddie was often wedged into the subject. If you were honest, you hadn’t really known Trent all that well before you said yes to his proposal. It was as if the moment he knew he had you, he slowly started to change or rather, be more himself.

Eddie never came to the wedding. No one ordered banana ice cream for dessert.

“Y/N, refill?” Steve interrupted your thoughts. You blinked and quickly propped a smile on your face before meeting his gaze.

“Oh, yes, thank you,” you handed your glass to him and moments later he handed it back to you containing an orange-red liquid. You gazed at it for a moment before addressing him. “Sex on the beach?”

Steve smirked. “That’s the one.” His hand squeezed your shoulder kindly before he joined the others again. He knew it was futile to ask if you wanted to join them, knew you sometimes preferred to just listen along from a distance far enough where you wouldn’t be expected to engage.

You never could have expected that about an hour later, you would be sharing the balcony space with no other than Eddie Munson. In silence. You went there for some fresh air, he went there to pollute it with his smoke filled exhales. Neither of you acknowledged the other. When you heard the door open you hadn’t even turned around. You had been there a while, so lost in thought that you barely registered it. It hadn’t even occurred to you that he was at the party, that’s how long you had been there. You had never seen him arrive.

However, you didn’t even have to look as much in his direction to know it was him. It was the mix of Old Spice, cigarettes and mint and something entirely Eddie that gave it away. A combination of scents that had quickly become your favorite when you first started to hang out with him. You felt it when he rested his arms on the railing just like you were. You wondered if his heartbeat felt as deafening to him as yours did to you. He could have said something. After everything that you tried, it felt painful to be ignored like that even when you were right next to him. As you were working up the courage to say something, your brain decided to take a plunge into your memory and skip all the polite small talk, instead going for the one thing that had been bothering you for a long time now.

“Why didn’t you come to the wedding?”

Eddie took the slowest drag of his cigarette mankind had ever taken, sighed and lazily inspected the ashes while he flicked them off into the wind. You still weren’t looking at him when he shrugged indifferently.

“Your invitation wasn’t really an invitation.”

An overwhelming surge of emotions clutched and clawed at your chest, begging to be let in or let out, it was hard to tell. You had missed his voice so much. It took you a moment to realize that what he said made no sense at all.

“What do you mean?” Slowly, you dared to look in his direction from the corner of your eye. He was still focused on his cigarette, watching it burn.

“Well,” Eddie started to cite it perfectly, as if he had just held your invite two seconds ago and it was still at the forefront of his mind. “Your presence itself is a gift. We don’t want you to bring any gifts to the wedding.”

For a moment you could only stare at him. Surely he didn’t mean…

“You can’t be serious.”

Eddie’s eyes followed the railing until they landed on your hands and the sublest frown etched into his forehead when he couldn’t spot a wedding ring, or any ring for that matter, on your fingers. Perhaps you were scared of losing it or something. Where was Trent anyway?

“It said I am a gift and to not bring gifts. It’s simple math.”

The indifference in his voice ignites a burning frustration in you. How could he act so casually about this when you had in fact cried (of course not in the presence of Trent) over his absence? How could he act like your years of friendship meant nothing to him, from one day to the other? Eddie, who always fantasized out loud about how you’d still get drunk enough together to think dancing on rooftops was a good idea at the age of 85.

“Everyone got that invitation and they were there,” you gritted out.

Another shrug.

“I’m sorry about that. Maybe they didn’t get it.”

“No, you didn’t get it,” you retorted, your frustration becoming more difficult to contain and be limited to just your thoughts.

“No, Y/N, you didn’t get it. You still don’t,” he mumbled.

You didn’t get it?! Your body was fully turned to him now and Eddie still refused to look at you. It drove you insane.

“Then please, explain to me why you ditched one of your best friends at her wedding after refusing to meet up with her anymore out of the fucking blue?”

“Oh you really don’t think there was something specific that went down that could have possibly caused all of this?” Eddie bit back, his eyes finally meeting yours. You were a little taken aback by the blazing fire they held, though. The hurt within them. As if all of this had somehow been your fault.

“Am I supposed to believe that you were so opposed to the idea of me being happy that you decided you no longer wanted to be anywhere near me, ever again? Is that it? Was it the engagement?”

“Yes. I couldn’t bear watching you throw away the life you had to get with some selfish prick that couldn’t even be bothered to see if you were okay when you tripped because ‘you should watch where you walk’. Who was so fucking different from you he kept wanting to change you, push you into boxes you weren’t. So yes when I heard you were willingly getting into that boat with him forever, I stepped back. What of it?”

He stood facing you directly now, arms crossed tightly over his chest, stance wide. His nostrils flared as he breathed out heavily, eyes wide as saucers as he tried to contain what seemed to be anger, built up frustration.

“Which life?! The one where I just had to miserably watch how everyone around me got settled and slowly slipped into a domestic-white-pickett-fence-with-two-children kind of life?”

“You had us! You had me!” Eddie unknowingly raised his voice, his hands pushed tightly against his chest to stop them from shaking.

“I had friends, yes! Such a crime for me to want something more, huh? Don’t get me wrong, Eddie, but it was only a matter of time before one of those bimbos you hooked up with after gigs became a long-term partner. I’m sure you’ve…” You vaguely gestured at him, his hands, something, because surely he had a great girlfriend by now. Someone that fit him like you never would.

Eddie shook his head vigorously, his wild hair following the movement. He revealed his hands, pointing at his empty ring finger.

“See? Nothing. I’m not like you. I don’t just settle for whoever.”

You scoffed and revealed your hands.

“No you’re not like me indeed. I got divorced. Guess you win again, congrats.”

For the first time, his hostility faded a little. It was almost as if he wanted to approach you but instead he crossed his arms again, not meeting your eyes.

“Sorry about that, I guess. I didn’t know. Steve never told me.”

“Steve told me you didn’t want to talk about me, so. Not surprised that he didn’t.”

Eddie groaned impatiently, his hands flying up to his hair to run through as he looked inside, where he spotted Steve quickly turning his head away. Fucker.

“He knows why I didn’t want to talk about you though. He should have, I could have— But now instead I’ve been— Fuck!”

“You’re… not making a lot of sense right now, bud,” you remarked dryly.

Another groan, though a bit more whiny.

“Don’t fucking— I’m not your bud alright?”

You rolled your eyes, fed up with him by now. It was as if he had taken four knives to stab you simultaneously with, twisting them occasionally.

“You’re right. You’re nothing to me, apparently. As you wish.”

Both of you were so lost in your own world that you didn’t even notice how Steve had closed off the view to the balcony doors by drawing the curtains to prevent anyone else from coming up. Neither had you noticed that he had in fact locked the doors as well.

“You’re a real bitch, you know that?” Eddie seethed through his teeth, taking a small step closer towards you with his eyes blazing. It was the last straw you needed after this agonizing build up of two years. You had had enough.

“Oh I’m a bitch?! You literally gave me the cold fucking shoulder from one day to the next, ignored all my calls, all my messages, you literally pretended like I didn’t fucking exist, Eddie! Why would you do something like that, knowing how much it would hurt me? Call me a bitch all you want, but you’re heartless.”

“I’ve been fucking heartless since the goddamn day you stole it, Y/N.”

What? Stunned, you looked up at him to witness the panic that flared up in his eyes and he quickly made a beeline towards the balcony doors.

“Eddie, wait—”

Eddie shook his head and tried to pry the door open with all his might. He was desperate to get away from you as far as possible.

“Why the fuck can’t I— Steve. Steve! Open the goddamn thing now!”

It didn’t take long for Steve to appear when Eddie started banging loudly on the window. He pulled the curtains around his head, making it look like it was floating amidst the black curtains and promptly shook his head.

“No. Fix it, Munson. Until then, enjoy your stay on the balcony,” Steve told him through the window, right before disappearing again.

“Fuck!”

He kicked against a heavy plant pot for good measure, causing him to swear some more before he meekly faced you again. You had quietly been following the whole ordeal and were still struggling to find the words to respond to any of it.

“So… What was that about me stealing your heart?” you asked softly and you had half the mind to be amused by the expression Eddie had on his face. There was no world where you wouldn’t find him and his panicky expressions at least slightly adorable.

“It sounds even more ridiculous when you say it,” Eddie sighed, slumping down against the door until he sat on the floor.

“Since when?”

“Since forever, man. How could I not?” He gestured at you as if he hated to admit it, arm dropping back down a little too harsh causing him to curse softly.

“How?”

“What do you mean how? It just happens, and I’m not gonna apologize for how I feel about y—”

“No, I mean,” you interrupted him, “you were always… You never gave me the idea that you even considered me that way.”

Eddie frowned and rested his head against the door as he let go of a long sigh.

“I literally said you were like Arwen to me. And that Aragorn was my favorite.” His pout was a little childlike, as if it had been something that had bothered him for years on end. In fact, it had. You groaned in disbelief.

“I hadn’t read it by then! You wouldn’t tell me why you thought I was like Arwen and told me to just read the book. Which I never did because I was always hanging with you doing other stuff in my free time. And once I did have the time, you were always hooking up with random girls so I didn’t really feel like it anymore.”

“Why would you not want to read Lord of the Rings because I was making out with random chicks?” he asked, clear confusion on his face. He almost looked a little insulted.

“Because I was jealous, you idiot! I wasn’t gonna read a thick book that I was going to read for you when you were busy exploring other people’s throats.”

“I’m afraid I’m not following, Y/N, what do you mean you were jealous? You always shot me those god awful finger guns with a huge grin whenever I went backstage with one of them.”

“Oh, was I supposed to pull them back by their hair and say something like ‘He’s mine, you bimbo!’ and stick my tongue down your throat instead?” you asked him with a dead panned expression, causing him to chuckle unexpectedly.

“Uh, yeah?! That’s exactly how I imagined it would go, but instead you were all supportive and nice about it so I figured you didn’t give two shits. I even tried two on one night and… nothing! Not even a jealous eyebrow twitch that I know you can do, the way you do when someone gets the best part of a cake with the extra chocolates on it. I was desperate, Y/N.”

You debated sitting across from him but figured the door would be more comfortable against your back, so instead you hesitantly sat down next to him. Eddie didn’t seem to mind, to your relief.

“Ever thought of just… I don’t know, walking up to me and saying you liked me or something?” you asked with a quip of your brow and a soft smile.

“Uh, right back at you.” Eddie rolled his eyes, though he wore the hint of a smile on his face.

“No but, seriously. You kissed random girls during your shows. All you had to do was pick me instead, no?”

Eddie shook his head.

“With them it didn’t matter. With you… if you rejected me, you’d break my heart.”

The silence settled between you again. Heavy, yet not uncomfortable. Eddie exhaled slowly, his shoulder touching yours so light you could have imagined it.

“And then suddenly you introduced Trent to us. I thought, this prick isn’t gonna last a month. You and him? Nah, not in a million years. But then he did. And another, and another, and another. And then… you were engaged. I was convinced it was all just a horrible nightmare. An awful trick played on me. But I just had to accept that I was some random side character in your life and that I had wasted my chance to become anything more.”

He played with the frayed ends of one of the holes in his jeans and exhaled shakily, his fingers trembling slightly.

“It’s why I asked if you loved him, you know? I thought… maybe. But you said yes, so I had to back away. I wasn’t going to act fair towards you if I didn’t. I— I was a mess, ask Steve. He got fed up with me so many times but he- he’s a good one, y’know. Of course you know. So yeah, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. The only reason I’m even here is because Steve promised that you weren’t gonna come. And then suddenly…”

“Here I was,” you finished for him. He nodded.

“There you were.” A sigh, a shy glance in your direction. “As beautiful as ever, if not more. I was so shocked to see you that I forgot to leave.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you told him softly. “I hope you never will.”

You reached for his trembling fingers and covered them with your own, slowly pushing them apart. Eddie swallowed audibly, his eyes flicking from your hands to your face.

“I’ve missed you,” he confessed in a whisper, his eyes wide and sincere. His thumb softly caressed your pinky.

“I’ve missed you too.” A beat of silence. “I put banana ice cream on the menu, you know.”

Eddie turned his head and smiled in disbelief. “You did?”

“Mhm,” you chuckled softly. “No one ordered.”

“What a waste. I would’ve eaten it all.”

You shared a smile and rested your heads against one another.

“Sorry I wasn’t there,” he said eventually. You shrugged.

“It’s fine, you didn’t miss anything anyway. Apart from the ice cream, of course.”

“You looked beautiful. Steve has— I’m sure you know but, he had the photo of you and him framed. He wanted to put it up but wanted to wait until he had more things to put up so he could arrange it all at once. But I guess… it’s a bit weird now.”

Steve. Always such a sweetheart.

“I didn’t know, actually. But yeah, a little weird I guess.”

You both listened to the music coming from inside, your fingers gently drumming along. Eddie’s head too, you noticed vaguely as he moved against your head. At least, that’s what you assumed until you felt his lips on your cheek. You could feel he was holding onto his breath, waiting for your reaction. Hesitantly, he kissed your cheek again, his trembling lips giving away how nervous he was. You turned your head slowly. His breath hitched a little when your lips brushed his, unsure whether to move away or not. Gently, you added the lightest pressure onto his lips with your own and pressed them together into a kiss. You didn’t care that his fingers squished yours a little painfully as he tightly grasped his knee in response. He leaned back shakily, just enough to break apart only so he could press your lips together again. Sweeter, more intentional, more mutual. He shifted slightly, his leg resting on your crossed legged ones a little as his other hand came up to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss he had desired to give you for years. Your lips danced together without a fight for dominance, instead it was all about unity, in the perfect alignment of your faces together. The softest giggle escaped his lips when his nose bumped into yours as you changed angles. He gasped when your fingers threaded into his hair.

The both of you were so lost in the kiss that you didn’t notice Steve peeking through the curtains, needing a moment to discover you were in fact making out against the door. You didn’t notice him closing them again either, however…

“YES!! FINALLY!”

Eddie bumped his head against the door in shock and you quickly broke apart, but only after gazing into each other’s eyes lazily with the dopiest smiles on your faces.

“Was that Steve?” you asked.

“Sure was. Steve!” Eddie knocked on the door before getting up and extending his hand to help you as well. Steve was quick to show up in front of the balcony doors again and removed the curtains before opening them.

“Shit, you saw me didn’t you?” Steve asked guiltily, bummed that he interrupted your moment. Eddie snorted and shook his head.

“No dude, it was your high pitched scream that gave us a near heart attack.”

“Oh. Well. I’m glad you guys uh… made up. Sorry for locking you out, but I had to do something. You can come back in now.”

As Steve stepped aside, Eddie chuckled and reached for the black curtains to pull them back closed again.

“Thank you, but uhm, maybe later? We’ve got some catching up to do.”

Eddie grinned down at you as he closed the balcony doors again and wasted no second to wrap his arms around your waist. You beamed up at him, eyes sparkling with delight.

“Where were we, sweetheart?”

Here's the image I mentioned earlier. Funny how a whole short fic can come out of it, right? :)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfics #stranger things fan fics

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aroacewxs · 6 months

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wxs and how they sleep

tsukasa

late, light sleeper. tired of seeing "tsukasa gets all his eight hours!" NO. HE DOES NOT. HE IS BARELY GETTING BY. HE IS RUNNING ON HOPES AND DREAMS AND SPITE AND HOPES AND DREAMS AND SPITE ONLY. he would chide everyone else around him to sleep early and rest up while he sleeps at 3 trying to perfect one line that is bothering him deeply to his core like an itch under your skin. sleeps on his back, that loser. HANDS FOLDED ACROSS HIS STOMACH TOO LMAOOOOOOO. i also feel like he would try sleeping on the floor after hearing that it's good for your back.

he starts the night on his back and his hands folded but he tosses and turns and wakes up on the floor twisted like a Baked Pretzel with unbearable neck pain and mystery bruises on his legs. he wakes up to the smallest bump in the night and takes ages to fall back asleep. at some point after staring up at his ceiling for an hour he decides that it's hopeless and reads up on theatre instead.

it is also canon he snores, so for the small amount of time he IS asleep, he's doing it very very loudly and obnoxiously

emu

early, deep sleeper. drools. the official Snrrkk Mimimi of wxs. emu is the type of person to have bubbles pop out of her nose when she snores. she literally has "z's" floating above her and escaping throughout her window and into the night sky when she sleeps. emu is the type of person to wake up to roosters going cock a doodle doo and leap out of her bed (with her blankets being made instantly in the process). sleeps on her side, cuddles with pillows and stuffies!

i also think emu would fall asleep very easily on any kind of vehicle if she wasn't excited about every little thing that happens on these rides. car? oh my god, look! cows! plane? are you kidding! she's literally airborne! what is there not to be excited about! boat? are you kidding! she's literally floating! what is there not to be excited about! and was that a fish???

it is also canon that she sleep talks. which is so fitting. she really is a cartoon character

nene

late, deep sleeper. sleep talker. sleeps on her side and occasionally on her stomach with one leg propped up, arms up as if she were surrendering to the police. nene falls victim to the 3-5pm eepiness every time, well knowing that she will not be able to sleep later when she's supposed to and ends up playing video games instead.

when she IS asleep though, nene is as still as a rock. you cannot move her. you cannot wake her up. if someone were to shake her awake, she'd be cranky all throughout breakfast. she has to slide out of bed, blankets wrapped around her body, and slowly make her way to the kitchen on her own accord with little bubbles popping around her head, all cartoon-esque.

rui

late, light sleeper. sleep talker. SLEEP LAUGHER. also has the weirdest dreams, some he itches to tell his friends and use as show inspiration, some leave him sitting there, half awake, wondering what the fuck he just dreamt as he blinks away the sleep in his eyes in dazed confusion.

his sleeping position is sitting, face smushed against blueprints on his desk. unfortunately. but if he were to actually drag himself to his garage couch or to his room (im pretty sure he has a bedroom, but doesn't go there because he spends so much time in his work room), he would free fall onto his face and sleep on his stomach and then wake up on his side or a weird twist of sorts.

#jay does a think #project sekai #project sekai headcanons #wxs #wonderlands x showtime #tenma tsukasa #ootori emu #kusanagi nene #kamishiro rui #character thoughts #eepy wxs my favourite wxs #i feel like tsukasa's entire section is extremely contradictory #do i care? no #maybe ill reword stuff later

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multifandomfix · 1 year

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Laszlo Kreizler Smut Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lovingly whispered words and gentle caresses can almost always be expected from him after sex. He wants to be sure you’re treated like royalty.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

Your waistline/curves. Having his hands explore your midsection like he’s trying to memorize a map is just an exquisite experience for him.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

He will leave the occasional mark, sure, but nothing overtly obscene. Only something he can look at later to remind him of how you’re his.

D = Dominant (who is in control? are they a top or bottom?)

He tends to be more of a top, and leans also more towards the dominant side, but should you wish to take control, he’s usually agreeable to it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a bit of experience under his belt (pun slightly intended). He prides himself on learning from his partners and he’s an excellent student.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Laszlo falls right about in the middle. It’s almost entirely dependent on the amount of stress he needs relieved and if you’re feeling the same way as him or not. He always wants it to be pleasurable for you both.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s serious. Almost entirely so. He’s not the type to laugh when something unexpected happens. But on occasion you’re able to get him to lighten up.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you see him looking at you as you absentmindedly touch your neck, you know you’ve got his attention. Showing a bit of extra skin, or slow, drawn out movements will have him squirming in his chair.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

He may tend to get overly romantic/poetic. He likes to lure you to bed with his words, make himself and what he can do to you sound absolutely irresistible.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s not overly inclined to tend to his own needs, as usually there are numerous other things occupying his mind. But if you’re away, and he’s caught up in thinking of you, then he certainly will indulge in the urge.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

After trying it out, Laszlo actually finds himself a bit into wax play. He loves to drip it on your skin and watch it travel across your body. And should you wish to use it on him, he’s alright with that too.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex)

Anywhere in the house, really. But only by windows if the curtains are drawn. He may like to have you in any room of the house, but the neighbors needn’t know that.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Heavy making out beforehand. You’re falling on the bed while still kissing him, half unclothed, then letting him undress you fully.

N = Naked (how do they undress? do they like to watch you undress?)

Laszlo is efficient at undressing. He makes quick enough work of it while also managing to turn you on even more just by watching him. He’s also got the same skill of undressing you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn’t have much of a preference either way. Either is truly fine with him, but not his favorite bedroom activity by any means.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can get fast and rough, but he’s typically pretty restrained unless you’ve given him permission to be rougher.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He really won’t mind them every now and again if he simply can’t wait, but he doesn’t favor them as a rule.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He does experiment a bit. He treats new kinks and positions as an opportunity to learn and grow.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depending on the intensity, he can go up to three rounds on average.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

No. Very much not. He thinks it unclean and he has an innate distrust for such encounters.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A little light teasing is certainly to be expected with Laszlo, but he won’t draw it out too long.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Laszlo is pretty quiet. He’s not a moaner or a screamer. The most noise he generally makes is whispering dirty things in your ear.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

A suitable amount of time. He’s good at reading people, so he’ll really only approach the subject when you’ve given him some indicators that fairly certainly let him know you’re ready to take that step.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s surprisingly fit. For a man so devoted to academic study, he has the body of an athlete. Wonderful strength in his muscle tone with a certain softness to him still.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate. Maybe just a tiny bit less than the average man.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a bit to drift off. It’s definitely not immediate for him. He likes to live in the moment of it for as long as he can.

For 🐻 Anon

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robobrainrot · 11 months

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The Knack

Chapter 2: It’s Not Stalking

Notes: its a Knockout-Centric Fic with a human OC. Breakdown is alive and well. Optimus is alive and well. Set in the Prime Universe: Post Predacons Rising, Pre-RID15

[Chapter 1 Here] [Chapter 3 here]

enjoy my scribbles ✌️

Two weeks later...

Though he’d loathe to admit it, Knockout had returned to that parking spot three times in the last two weeks. Not that he was counting. His excuse to himself was that it was a pleasant covert spot in the shade. The weather was pleasant in this area at this time of year and he deserved a break.

It was merely a coincidence that it was also the way the human artist walked.

He had only seen them once in his last three attempts. They had been walking with a femmine human and didn’t notice him. Not that it bothered him.

Today, it was exactly two weeks after their first meeting. Same time. Same place. Sure enough, they came walking down the hill. When they were about 20 meters away, they finally noticed him.

In Knockout’s rear view mirror, he saw them smile brightly. They didn’t run over exactly, but their posture straightened instantly. The human paused in their stride for a moment. “Hello again, pretty boy.” With nothing more than a flirty finger wave at the car, they continued down the street.

That was it? What a tease.

…

Against his better judgment, Knockout looked up the username the human had given him. He was very familiar with social media. He used it occasionally to find races and fellow car enthusiasts.

Their account was mostly art stuff. Some occasional rambling posts. Scattered memes.

He learned their name was Kylan and they were an art student at the local university. They liked drawing various cool things they found around town. There was a text post referencing a gorgeous red sports car that they forgot to take a photo of.

Attached to that post was a rough approximation of what he looked like. It wasn’t as good as the one they did live, but considering it was from memory- it wasn’t bad. The detailing on his doors was completely wrong.

He scoffed. The purple scribbles they had added made him look like an illegible death metal band logo. Much less elegant than his custom pattern.

“My decals do not look like that.” He commented indignantly.

“Knockout. Darling,” Breakdown’s voice came behind him followed by two large servos on his hips. “What’s got you so revved up? I could hear you from across the bay.”

He minimized the tab quickly. “Nothing!” He looked up at his Conjux. Even leaning down to accommodate his ample chest, Breakdown was still taller. “Just a personal project.”

“You know I support your car junkie addiction… you don’t have to hide it from me.”

“It’s not an addiction. I can stop whenever I choose to.” He huffed. Knockout placed a kiss on his chin. He traced his servos down to intertwine with his partner’s. “If you want to talk about addiction…” he moved both their hands up his torso. “I could go for another polishing soon.”

The larger mech moved closer to press against him. “Hm… That could be arranged. I just got-”

Knockout’s computer pinged. His screens popped back up with the social media interface to let him know he had a notification.

It was a direct message.

“ OMG! It’s you! I thought maybe the drawing got blown away with all the wind. I hope it made you smile! “

“‘Drawing?’” Breakdown read aloud.

Knockout sighed dramatically. “Can we go back to my seamless distraction?”

The Stunticon looked between the screen and his Conjux several times. “After you show it to me. Have you been sneaking off to be a secret art model?”

“Not yet. I am playing the long game.” He wriggled out of his partner's embrace to walk over to his storage crate. It was mostly full of polishes, buffers and other beauty supplies. He picked up a small glass case. Knockout revealed it to Breakdown with a flourish. “A human left that on my window. Evidently, they were so taken by my lustrous finish that they couldn’t help themself from stopping to admire me.”

Breakdown leaned down to look at the tiny image. He squinted.

“And, they know I’m… not a car.”

He raised a brow. “You showed them your root mode?”

“Of course not. They just… know? They thanked me for letting them draw me– not that I had much choice in the matter. They didn’t ask permission.” He huffed through his vents. “They just knew.”

“And… your solution… is to stalk them?”

“It’s not stalking!” Knockout huffed. “They gave me their username with the drawing. Clearly, they wanted this.”

Breakdown took a deep vent in and out.

“I can handle it.” He placed the image back in his crate. Spinning on his wheels, he turned back to him. He reached up to pull him down to eye level.

“Be careful. For their sake, and yours.” Breakdown brought Knockout’s hand up to his eye patch. The hard gray metal contrasted his orange protoflesh. It was a stark reminder for both of them of past mistakes.

“I will, BD.” He smiled at his partner. “Trust me. This isn’t some Hollywood blockbuster. Nothing drastic is going to happen.”

…

After they started messaging online, Knockout was easily able to trace their IP address to know where they lived but he had never actually driven by their house.

Today was the day he finally got curious enough to look. Kylan lived in an old town house. It was white with brown shutters and looked like a scrap heap.He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected to find but there was no obvious sign of the human. It’s not like he could go up to ring the doorbell to ask for them.

The Aston Martin parked across the street and settled down. He must’ve slipped into power down mode because when he woke up, it was dark out.

There was another slip of paper on his dashboard. He smiled to himself.

Glancing up, he saw the lights on in the second story of the human’s house. Zooming in, he could see Kylan sitting at their desk drawing. They had headphones on, wiggling back and forth to whatever they were listening to.

Knockout never really understood human’s relationship with music. Of course, they were good at it. There were plenty of songs he liked the sounds of. It seemed to affect their species more. He could ask their resident radio wiz about it, but he didn’t want to give Bumblebee that satisfaction.

With that, he pulled out of his spot. He headed to his favorite hiding spot and slid under the gas station canopy.

Knockout pulled the slip of paper out of his plating. This time, it was in a yellow-ish envelope. The artist was upping their game. How fancy, he purred to himself as he pulled out the piece of paper inside.

His optics narrowed at the tiny image.

“A parking ticket!?”

…

Over the next month, Knockout learned that they came home at approximately the same time every Thursday. This wasn’t always because he was there. Their posts had consistency at that time as well.

The Autobots kept him busy with various tasks around their new base. Ratchet always needed an extra hand, even if he didn’t want one. Arcee was still tense around the former-Decepticon but things were easing up. She had gone from openly hostile to occasional glaring. Agent Fowler was a similar story. Whenever the other two sports cars returned from Cybertron, they’d burn rubber until someone sprained something. Then, they’d get another lecture from Ratchet.

Overall, life after the war was pleasant, though strange. There wasn’t anyone threatening him every other minute of the day. He was allowed to just be.

Integrating Breakdown into the team was more of a to-do. Bulkhead and Wheeljack were not keen on the idea. But, with time and conversation, they came to a mutual understanding.

The ex-Decepticons got their own remote warehouse. Originally, they had been staying with all the Autobots, but that lasted about 2 weeks before someone put in a noise complaint. Their little home away from home gave them some much needed space from the other bots. It was dinghy but it was theirs.

Knockout leaned against a crate as he stared at the blankest wall of their space. It was gray metal, like the landscapes of Cybertron. It was distinctly not light the bright colors of the planet he currently resided on. Over time, he had become quite attached to the rainbow of hues that made up Earth’s environment.

“Breakdown,” He called to his conjux, “I think it’s about time we got some color in here.”

[ >> NEXT CHAPTER >> ]

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #tfp #knockout #THE KNACK #transformers OC fic #transformers oc #rory magellan #canon divergent au

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miamochi-writes · 1 year

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Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 5

Hi everyone! Here’s part 2 of the date! Hope you like it and let me know if you want to be tagged in these posts so you don’t miss out on them :) Again I based this off of one of my dates. Also I highly recommend listening to the song Wildflower by Beach House as you read this!

“So park time right?” you asked.

“Yes, but we’ll need my car,” he said as he pulled out his keys.

“Oh? We’re riding there now? I thought you said it’s nearby?” you asked.

“Yeah, we can walk there, but you’ll see why we need the car,” he said as he flashed you a smile.

~*~

You followed Vash to the parking lot as he led you to his car. He would occasionally check up on you with a small smile to make sure you were still following. Eventually you made it, and saw that he drove a nice midnight color Nissan Ultima. He opened the passenger door for you like the gentleman that he is and made yourself comfortable. It somehow had that new car smell and everything looked clean with one or two hoodies in the back seat. You buckled up as he took his seat and made sure everything was good to go.

“So you’re stylish, great at games, own a nice car, and an explorer. What else should I know about?” you slightly teased as he started the engine.

“There’s a lot more you don’t know, but you’ll know little by little,” he replied as he started driving.

“I’m looking forward to knowing more,” you remarked as you looked at your view. You then heard his music started playing in the car.

No better color~

Looked everywhere~

Driving home every night~

Shadows stay by your side~

You built a city

All in your head

“Hey Vash what song is this?” You asked

“Oh this is Wildflower by Beach House. Do you want to change it?” He asked.

“No, I like it. I’ll add it to my Spotify” you told him as you continued gazing out the window.

“Yeah they’re great! I like this album specifically. But just in case, you’re more than welcome to change the music if you’d like,” he added.

You were enjoying the mood as he continued driving while you watched the shops fade in the distance and see a couple more trees and greenery pull into your peripheral. Not less than 5 minutes you saw the entrance to the park with a few people jogging by. You noticed a couple of trails and a possible creek flowing by.

“And we’re here,” Vash announced as he parked the car in the parking lot.

You stepped out from the car and just looked in awe of the entrance. It had a large wooden bridge that extended what looked like miles away. The creek was flowing beneath it with a few blue flowers growing by the trails. Right next to the bridge was a wide wooden building with large glass windows on each side with the roof covered in bougainvilleas.

“Pretty cool right?” He asked while looking at you with his shades glistening thanks to the sun.

“Yeah, I’m jealous the bus doesn’t have a route that leads to here,” you admitted as you kept taking in everything you saw.

“Well like I said, you know who to call or message if you ever want to come here,” Vash added as you smiled.

“So where do we start?” You asked.

“Let’s take the bridge. It’s more scenic,” he suggested as he beckoned you to follow him.

You walked side by side as you kept looking at your surroundings.

“Hey Vash, what’s that over there?” You asked as you pointed to the building you saw earlier.

“Oh that’s the Ecology Center. The city uses it as a learning facility to teach people about the kind of ecological system that takes place here. But it can also be used as a meet up or event center for people. My brother and I used to come here a lot when we were younger,” Vash explained.

“Sounds like you and your brother are close,” you mentioned.

“Yeah, I love him but we don’t always agree on everything. He’s not really a people person, and I think it got worse as he got older. But I still love him, despite how much we fight you know?” he told you.

“Hmm, I would say so but I’m an only child,” you answered.

“Wait really?” He asked.

“Yeah, my parents only had me so I don’t really know what it’s like to have a brother or sister. Although my friends would tell me how lucky I was to be an only child, I was kinda envious of them. I thought it was cool to have someone else you know?” You explained.

“Yeah, although I have to agree with them on one thing, you’re lucky you didn’t have to deal with fights or arguments with your sibling,” Vash chuckled.

“I bet, but honestly I think I would take that over arguing with my parents. As an only child, you always get the attention whether it’s good or bad. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents but sometimes it was a challenge trying to reason with them. We mainly argued over who can I hang out with and until what time, if I could go out into town for a bit, or if I can go to a concert during a weekday. Oh and don’t get me started with colleges and moving out, that’s another headache on its own,” you answered as Vash looked at you.

“I’m over sharing again aren’t I?” You asked looking away sheepishly.

“No! I’m just learning a lot about you. Your parents sound like they care a lot about you. It’s nice that you have both parents,” he explained.

“Oh? What happened with your parents if you don’t mind me asking?” you asked.

“I don’t remember exactly what happened with my parents but I know they divorced. My brother says our dad then remarried with our new stepmom, but then left her. But my stepmom, Rem, is very kind and loving. She treated my brother and I like we were one of her own. She was so nice that she really couldn’t hurt a fly and didn’t really like us fighting. She always talked about love and peace which is why I do this sign,” Vash did his iconic pose as you smiled at him.

“So that’s where you get that golden heart of yours from. She sounds great,” you commented as you gave him a small smile.

You then heard a weird sound coming closer to you. Before you could look to check, Vash pulled you to his side immediately. You then saw a cyclist ride past you. Then another followed behind and shouted, “SORRY! ON YOUR LEFT!”

You were too startled from everything that you didn’t even hear Vash yell at them. You could feel your heart pounding right through your chest. His reflexes were insane! Then you looked to your side and didn’t realize how close you were to Vash. His prosthetic hand had a tight grip on your shoulder while your face was right by the side of his chest. Was that a muscle you felt? You grew flustered each second.

“Hey are you okay?” Vash looked down at you checking to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“I’m okay! But look at you having good reflexes though!” You told him.

“I heard something getting closer while you were talking. Sometimes people ride their bikes or skateboards too fast around here, but they usually warn you when they’re coming. Just stay close to me for now,” Vash said as he let go of you.

“Yeah, I can do that,” you said as you continued walking. As you walked further along, the distance between you and Vash was practically nonexistent. You were close to where your arms were almost brushing each other. Throughout the walk, Vash was pointing out the different wildlife you spotted. From deer, to mockingbirds, to the field of sunflowers, a family of owls perching by the trees, the whole place was something out of a wildlife magazine. Eventually you reached the end of the long bridge to an area full of of lush green plants swaying with the breeze and apple trees that were blooming with white petals. Underneath some of the trees were some wooden benches and in the middle of the area were wooden viewing blinds that showcased different art pieces.

“And here we are! What do you think?” Vash asked as you were speechless with the view.

“Beautiful,” you commented as you looked at him giving you another heartwarming smile.

“Come on, let’s walk through the viewing blinds,” he said as he grabbed your hand. The first one had outlines of animals you saw earlier while walking through the bridge.

“This one has all the animals that the park serves a home to. Some of them are migrating right now so you probably won’t see all of them until it’s summer,” Vash explained as he pointed out a couple of birds, butterflies, and furry creatures on the blinds.

You then moved over to the next one that looked like it had flowers depicted on each side.

“This view has all the flowers and plants that are native to this park and in our city. There’s the sunflowers, bougainvilleas, mesquite trees, magnolias, geraniums, and honeysuckle just to name a few. Oh and when it’s spring and the plants are blooming, the park rangers decorate these blinds with the flowers growing here in each outline. I can take you here when it happens,” Vash continued.

The last viewing blind you couldn’t really make out what it was. But before you walked in, Vash stopped in his tracks. “Okay this last one is kinda cool. But you need to close your eyes for this one,” he mentioned.

“If this is payback for what I did the other day-,” you said.

“Just trust me on this. You won’t regret it. If you do, I’ll treat you to something,” Vash pleaded as he slightly squeezed your hand.

“Okay they’re closed,” you told him as you closed your eyes tight. You then felt his hands on your eyes as you slightly jumped.

“Sorry, but I really don’t want you peaking. Or else I would have brought a blindfold,” Vash explained with a nervous laugh.

“Whatever floats your boat,” you commented. He then lead you slowly inside hoping you wouldn’t trip or stumble. He then got you to turn to your left and removed his hands from your face.

“Okay, now you can open them,” he said.

You did what he said as your eyes adjusted to the sunlight. But you were stunned to see what was before you. The sunlight was creating an illusion of what looked like hummingbirds flapping their wings slowly on each side. You turned around to see the illusion work on other pieces inside as Vash was gazing at you fondly with your reaction.

“This is so cool! How is it doing that?” You asked him as you pointed to the piece.

“The guy who owns the park really loves this place and hired someone to do these pieces. It’s so people can appreciate nature more,” Vash explained. You couldn’t stop smiling at this view you took out your phone and recorded what was happening so you wouldn’t forget. Eventually, Vash led you to the park bench with a view of the area so you can rest.

“So what do you think so far?” Vash asked you as he looked into your eyes.

“I’m so glad you brought me here! This is such a cool place! It’s so surreal!” You told him with a little gleam in your eyes.

“I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you. Or else I’d really be in trouble,” Vash chuckled.

“Vash, today has been amazing! I honestly can’t thank you enough!” You added.

“Hold on, I’m not done yet. There’s one more thing I need to show you y/n,” Vash said as you looked at him with your eyebrows raised.

“Wait, there’s more? What could possibly top off the viewing blinds?” You asked wondering if he was joking.

“You’ll see, come on. If we run, we can make it in time,” Vash explained as he grabbed your hand once more and led you back to the parking lot. Thankfully it wasn’t too far and weren’t completely out of breath. He unlocked his car and opened the door for you again. You adjusted yourself in the passenger seat, as he started the engine. He drove out from the parking lot and to a dirt path that lead to higher ground somewhere. You tried to figure out where exactly you were going. In three minutes there was another small parking lot and Vash parked his car there. There was a wooden sign that said hill view. You both got out and followed Vash as he ran a little bit faster. Once you made it to the top you saw a couple of benches that faced towards the park.

“Great we made it!” Vash cheered as he sat down and patted his hand to the empty spot on his right side. You joined him, still clueless on what you were trying to see. It looked like the sun was about to set soon and you looked at Vash who seemed to be counting down.

“And, it should start now,” he commented as you looked at where he was looking at. You then noticed the Ecology Building light up with warm light bulbs surround the area that changed colors every few seconds. Then the bridge lit up the trail for people still walking on it. The viewing blinds also lit up slowly while the lamp lights finally illuminated with warm yellow colors. Lastly, small lamps turned on that were placed evenly along the many trails throughout the park. Overall, it looked gorgeous with the pink and orange views of the sunset.

You were taking in the view as you couldn’t believe the amount of work and preparation Vash went through. Not only did he accommodate you for your cafe, he took you around the mall, had a blast at the arcade, and gave you an amazing view of the park.

“Well? What do you think?” Vash asked.

You looked at him in awe, and tried to gather your thoughts. You looked back at the view and smiled.

“I’m honestly speechless. I didn’t realize I was going to have an amazing time today. Out of all the years I’ve lived here in this city, I’m really glad you showed me around. Because, now I really don’t regret moving here and meeting you,” you said with pink blush adorning your cheeks. You spoke from the heart and just happy to be in the moment with someone like Vash.

Nothing could prepare Vash for what you just told him. Little did you know, his heart was racing as a blush was making its way on his own face. He gazed at you and how the light accentuated your features that he was happy to see at work. He hoped that after today there would be more opportunities to spend time with you.

You then felt a cold breeze brush past you as you shivered from the sudden burst. You knew it was going to be chilly but not this cold. Next thing you knew, you felt something drape over your shoulders. You looked and saw it was Vash’s leather jacket.

“Vash, I can’t take this you’re going to be cold too,” you argued.

“No I saw you shivering. I’ll be fine, I’m usually warm especially when I wear this shirt see?” He reasoned as he extended his hand out. You put your hand in his to check and he was right. He was warm to the touch.

“Beside, I would hate for you to catch a cold now,” he added as he looked at you. Again, it looked like he wouldn’t budge and you put on his jacket. You felt a wave of warmth flood over you as you let out a sigh of relief.

“Come on, let’s head back to the car and grab something to eat before I take you home,” he said as you agreed and walked back.

You ended up leaving the park and found a place nearby where you could dine in and eat. Both of you ended up talking more about your families, friends, favorite spots to visit in town, and other events coming up that you wanted to check out. You were having a great time, and you tried to beat Vash to the check but he was still quicker than you. You pouted as he still found it priceless to see you make faces like that. Eventually you drove back home listening to his music.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have good taste in music? You practically have a good range of music genres to listen to,” You asked as you went through his Spotify library.

“Thanks, you’re one of the few who appreciates it,” he said as you picked a song that you recognized.

He then looked shocked as he briefly looked at you for a bit.

“You like the Persona series?” You asked smiling.

“You too?” He asked looking happy.

“Yeah! It’s such a good series! Especially Persona 5! The music is so good!” You added as you jammed along to the song What you Wish For.

“Well I didn’t know I was driving a cool person in my car. How did you end up finding out about the series?” he commented as you laughed.

“I stumbled onto a random video online about someone talking about the series. I like how you can fight in one aspect and then just go about your day like a little slice of life and enhancing friendships,” you said.

“Look at you, I didn’t know you were a gamer,” he added as you chuckled.

“There’s many things you don’t know, but you’ll find out more eventually,” you played along as he eventually made it to your place.

You got out of the car and he walked you to your apartment door.

“I had such a great time Vash. Thank you for joining me and showing me cool places in town,” you told him as you looked at him.

“I had a great time too. Maybe we can do something like this another time over the weekend ?” He asked as he smiled at you.

“Of course! I want to check out more places I haven’t been to. Plus, if you need someone to join you at the arcade I’m always up for it. Just shoot me a text or call. Oh and thank you for earlier, I appreciate it” you said returning his jacket with a smile.

“No problem, glad it can keep you warm,” he replied as he put it back on.

“Okay, well goodnight Vash. Please drive safe and let me know when you make it back safely,” you told him.

“Yeah, goodnight y/n. Stay warm and I’ll see you soon,” Vash told you as he walked off waving.

You waved back as you watched him go down the stairs. You waited until he got into his car and waved again. He waved back as he drove off.

You went inside your apartment and closed the door behind you. You grabbed your photo strip that you took earlier and hung it on your fridge. You changed into your pjs and watched a little bit of tv before your phone vibrated briefly. You opened it and saw a message from Vash.

“Made it back safely! Good night y/n :)”

“Glad to hear. Good night Vash :)”

~*~

The next week you and Vash grew a bit closer at the daycare after your little hangout on Saturday.

Liz heard the details and she was more than happy to hear that things are moving along.

Eventually you were about to wrap up another weekend. Until one of your friends called you.

“Hello?”

“Hey y/n! Cancel whatever you have going on this weekend. I did a little something for you,” your friend Cora said excitedly.

“Cora…what did you do?” You asked dreading what she did this time.

“Well…I may have set you up with someone,” she started.

“YOU WHAT?!”

Thanks for reading! Also these places are real! I had to ask my partner what we did on our date and this is more or less how we bonded ☺️

@marydragneell

#vash #vash the stampede #vash au #trigun #miamochi writes #vash x reader #trigun stampede #trigun reboot #trigun vash #trigun fic #vash x you

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2ndstar-ontheright · 1 year

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Autistic Jeremy Headcanons!

🎮He canonically has trouble being social with others and understanding social cues. For example, he doesn’t initiate his conversations with the popular people (Chloe and Brooke) and didn’t really understand the whole “tall ass” thing. (“I’m not even that tall..”)

🎮Has trouble making friends/close relationships with others. Micheal was the only friend he had before he got the Squip, so…

🎮He stutters around people he doesn’t know very well and in unfamiliar situations. He’s fine around the people he knows, but when he’s around Christine and in the mall, that’s pretty much out the window.

🎮Scripting! If we’re going by the original Two-River production and the Book. He writes the letter to Christine to help him explain how he feels (but flushes it) and he uses the Humiliation Sheets when navigating school.

🎮Very socially awkward. Do I need to explain this one? Lol

🎮Gets confused easily and asks a lot of questions.

🎮Doesn’t always catch or read sarcasm. (“Is this where you meet for the play?” “No, this is where you meet for the swim team.”)

🎮Desperately wants to fit in and be seen as “normal.” The main reason he even got the Squip was so he could talk to Christine and be seen as “normal”.

🎮Gets overwhelmed/overstimulated easily. (I personally saw the whole scene in the mall & Upgrade as him having sensory overload.)

🎮Occasionally has a “one track” mind. Like when he was becoming more popular and he didn’t notice how it affected the people around him.

🎮Has a strong sense of justice, when it’s needed. Like when he was trying to stop the Squip from basically taking over the school/world and getting away from Chloe. (Technically, he was forced to stay by the Squip, but he tried to do the right thing at first.) It is still a bit skewed however, considering he okay with doing the more problematic things the Squip told him to.

🎮Feels isolated from his peers and his best friend. Where Micheal’s content with being a “loser”, Jeremy isn’t and doesn’t know how to explain it to him. He’s tired of being someone’s “player two”, y’know?

🎮Basically the entirety of “Loser, Geek, or Whatever. (Seriously. Go listen to that song and then tell me that boy is not autistic.) It helps get my point across much better than I can xD.

🎮Canonically has and hears voices in his head and has trouble managing them.

🎮Has a fixation on old Nintendo games and other “retro” stuff. Like Pac-Man and AOTD.

And yeah! This is all that I have so far where. when comes to canon evidence, but I have a lot more stuff that’s just headcanons. I just wanted to actually use proof before someone comes and says “OmG nOt eVeRyThInG is AuTiStIc wHy dO yOu hAvE tO RuIn tHe CoNtEnT aNd ChArAcTeRs bY MaKiNg tHeM tHaT wAy? NoT eVerYtHiNg hAs tO HaVe aN AgEnDa So LeAvE tHe ChArAcTeRs aLoNe. TheY wErE wRiTTen tO Be tHaT waY, nOt aUtIsTic.” And look, I know it’s a mixed bag when it comes to having headcanons about being disabled. I know it looks kinda sus and pandering when like a nuerotypcal person is doing that, but please know, I’m autistic too. And I highly doubt it that my tiny corner of the internet and my personal interpretation of a fictional character is going to ruin it for the rest of the fandom. I’m not trying to force anyone to agree! This is just me! Anyway, just wanted to preface that before people got upset or sm :3.

#be more chill #BMC #bmc headcanon #jeremy heere #Jeremy Heere headcanons #Autistic headcanons #actually autistic #micheal mell #the squip #Headcanon

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Long post ahead because I have a lot of thoughts/ideas and ADHD makes me chronically unable to get to the fucking point.

So after thinking about it, if I were to change one thing about The Quarry, it would ABSOLUTELY be the backstory going on with Eliza and Silas and the overall setup to the events of the game. Because as it stands, even if it's probably meant to be a reference to The Wolfman, not only is the whole Harum Scarum plotline pretty fucking racist against the Roma people (who are consistently used and stereotyped in media even in the modern age and is my main gripe), but it also REALLY doesn't make a whole lot of sense given the timeline of the game.

Like, it's meant to be taking place in 2020/2021 somewhere in the U.S., with the fire and Silas's escape taking place six years prior. When the fresh hell was the last time a "Traveling Freakshow" actually toured around the country? I highly doubt Eliza would've gotten away with locking her disabled (because friendly reminder most people with albinism are at least partially blind due to the lack of pigment in their eyes) son in a cage and exploiting his condition by showing him off as an oddity in 2014/2015 without the police and CPS immediately getting called on her ass and the whole thing getting shut down. Like I get law enforcement is often pretty useless, but probability-wise eventually SOMEONE would've looked into it. It doesn't make much sense in a modern context and feels really shoehorned in, in addition to being pretty insensitive.

So my vision of a rewrite. I feel like rather than grapple with potential negative stereotypes, we should remove any sort of "ethnic flavor" to Eliza and Silas in addition to the whole "travelling freakshow" plotline, in favor of having them be residents of North Kill at the time. If we wanted to retain an air of mystery about them and keep a lot of Eliza's "spooky" aesthetics, perhaps they only recently moved in. Eliza herself maybe is recognized as an occultist or is a practicing witch of some form, which combined with her loner tendencies and temperament probably doesn't make her particularly popular in this small, rural town. Maybe runs a taxidermy shop out of her home for an actual living; adds to the "spooky" and also makes sense in an area where hunting is probably popular.

Silas himself is probably "officially" homeschooled, and seldom-seen by most of the populace except for perhaps the rare occasion he accompanied his mother out of the house (and clung to her like a lifeline the entire time, with Eliza herself keeping an iron grip on him in turn), or is glimpsed peeking out his bedroom window, or staring down customers of the taxidermy shop from around the corner or the top of the stairs, but never really talking to anyone. And never really allowed to, for that matter, nor does he ever seem allowed to play with any of the other kids in town either. Even though he very much seems to long for companionship. And occasionally, the observant individual may be able to see blood on the kid, by his mouth or nails, for example. And unknown to the other folks in North Kill, on the night of the full moon, is locked away in a cage in the middle of the woods near the home to prevent him from harming anyone when he changes.

Essentially, what I'm going for is that Eliza isolates her son, either out of possessiveness or fear that he might harm or bite someone, even accidentally. Certainly abusive through these actions - but in a way that I feel leaves a lot of interpretation up to the viewers as to how sympathetic she actually is because while it's certainly doing no favors for Silas in terms of social and emotional development and fulfillment, and ultimately leaving him VERY dependent on his mother, it can very much be seen as attempts to reduce harm on Eliza's part. And on the flip side, how much of it is genuinely wanting to keep people from getting hurt versus a desire to have control over her son. And overall makes for a much more compelling narrative.

At any rate, I feel like it also gives room for Kaylee and Caleb to observe Silas and his situation, maybe even get some kind of bond going if we wanted to make things even sadder. We know that Kaylee was very outgoing and kind - I could see her attempting to reach out to what she saw as a shy, scared little boy. Maybe she'd sit down and try to talk to him when his Mama's attention was diverted, or when she accompanied her grandpa and uncle Bobby to Eliza's to have their latest trophy preserved and mounted. On that note, hell, maybe Eliza softened a little and begrudgingly allowed the Hackett girl to entertain her boy; it made Silas happy, and she seemed to have a way with him.

All of this of course leading up to a presumably 12-14 year old Kaylee and Caleb discovering a caged Silas in the woods. Night has not yet fallen; Eliza makes sure to lock him up WELL before sunset so she herself is not at risk. Kaylee asks Caleb to run to Eliza's and keep her distracted while she frees Silas and gets him away so they can go to the Sheriff. Caleb starts the fire, which is probably NOT what Kaylee meant by a distraction, and meets up with her and Silas after the latter's been freed. Night is falling while the fire blazes out of control, having spread to the woods and possibly to a couple other buildings in town (claiming the lives of most of the North Kill sheriff's office), Silas transforms and bites Caleb before fleeing into the wilderness, and the story progresses as normal.

Anyways that's how I'd rewrite it. It's a lot more realistic I think and adds a lot of weight to Eliza's grudge towards the Hacketts, since they'd probably interact with her for business and if Silas was fond of Kaylee ahead of time. Since maybe Eliza would see it as a betrayal in this context. Also puts Kaylee and Caleb's shortsighted plan into the context of dumbass preteens making a very bad decision in the panic of seeing their pseudo-baby brother (since Silas was maybe what, 6 or 7?) locked up in a cage like an animal.

Anyways shutting up now hope y'all liked my brain worms.

#the quarry #eliza vorez #silas vorez #kaylee hackett #caleb hackett #rewrite #spoilers #brain worms #supermassive games

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i’m bad at questions but i’m excited for ur game! i hope i’ll be able to play it :) how long have you been making games? are u self taught and what did u use to learn?

Thank you so much !! The free demo of the game will be in the form of both an itch.io web build (works on most OS/browsers) and a Windows download. The full game will probably be download only and unfortunately probably on Windows exclusively because RPGMaker MV games no longer work on newer Mac updates. So unless I get programming assistance that’s what’s up

As for how long I’ve been making games - I work in the game industry and I’ve worked on quite a few games w small/medium teams, albeit mostly on the art side of things. Having a lot of experience with the development process means I have a pretty good idea of how to handle scope & pipeline stuff

My experience in like… actual game design/development outside of me just fucking around in RPGMaker VX Ace as a high schooler and taking like. Suuuuuper basic Java, unity, and level design classes. mostly includes co-creating the game jam game Feed 15 Fish and assisting with game design / level design stuff for the wayneradiotv Minecraft charity stream mod (im responsible for the idea of the Pig Scare among couple other things)

I guess as far as game design goes you could probably say I’m primarily self taught, but that goes with the caveat of like. My game is a visual novel/adventure game, mostly reading dialogue and making occasional dialogue choices, traversing an environment to progress the game, a couple sorta-puzzles. I’d say the cloooosest equivalent I can think of to the game’s setup is To The Moon if you’ve played that, although id say my game’s gameplay design is a bit more…like, intentional? But narrative/script is absolutely the most important part of my game, whole thing is built around that. I think knowing programming fundamentals (you don’t really have to program in RPGMaker but knowing the logic is SUPER helpful) + being really really dedicated to building around scope + being halfway decent at writing are the most important skills for the kind of game I’m making. I think the first 2 speak for themselves but like….script writing ?? I think learning that has just been like. Idk. At some point I started becoming really fascinated with the intricacies of sentence structure and wording when making jokes both IRL and online, and I think getting good at economy of wording + comedic structure + always implying shit allowed me to me gain strong instincts for writing both individual lines and larger narratives

#LOL this turned out really long. thanks for the question!

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12raben · 6 months

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Get to know you- Sims Style

I have been tagged by @niamh-sims. I play TS2 for the most part. VERY rarely, I create a sim in TS1, play a little, get bored quickly. But I have fond childhood memories of playing TS1 with my friends. I very briefly played TS3, but my PC was not able to handle it, when it came out and I was just not into it. I don't play TS4 anymore, because it makes me angry.

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Of all the games? In TS1 when my sim had been turned into a frog and was eaten by a dragon. That was pretty memorable. In TS2 it's a hard pick between beeing scared to death, because the sim peeped into a coffin or when they use the business perk and choke to death. (Just looked it up. I meant Rally Forth.)

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

It depends. Maxis Match is better for a modern setting. Alpha CC better suits my medieval game.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

Just in the beginning. I use a randomizer to determine their weight and manipulate it ingame with simblender. What happens afterwards just happens.

Do you move objects?

Very often. Though sometimes it's easier to turn it off. (e.g. when placing windows and doors.)

Favorite Mod?

This is hard. Would you say, that lazy duchess rcp launcher is a mod? It kinda is, right? So that. And if that doesn't count... ACR. Because it is more versatile than Romantic Standards and it has been a reliable source of ingame drama for many years.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

Ugh, that was so(!) long ago. It was TS1. Either Hot Date or Livin Large. Can't remember.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

Live like aLIVE. Though this argument is really not my cup of tea. I always though of it "beeing live", like "live on TV".

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

I had a teen girl named Madleine Hlothran in Twinhills. She was a very fortunate combination of her parents genes, though I didn't really "make" her in Bodyshop, I got lucky in CAS.

Have you made a simself?

Quite often. Sometimes I sneak her into my game as an NPC. There are multiple versions depending on the CC I'm playing with. Sometimes it's fun to see my sims interact with her.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Honestly in TS2 I like the "custom" haircolors very much. I don't give them often to my sims.

Favorite EA hair?

My favourite hair is the pink version of this hairstyle.

Favorite life stage?

I like teens. I like their drama, their interactions and the voices.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I really like gameplay, but I have phases, when all I want to do is build. I want my lots to be perfect though. So all lots are in a constant wip-stage.

Are you a CC creator?

More or less. I make smaller edits in simpe for myself quite often, but sometimes I share stuff. Mainly Bodyshop CC and occasionally a neighborhood map.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

No. I had many pleasant exchanges with the community though. Everybody has been very nice (so far)... 😚

Do you have any sims merch?

No.

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

No, but I often thought about starting a channel. I made a lot of machinima, when I was younger, but alas not anymore. But speed builds? Tutorial-esque videos? I would probably only upload once a month, but.... 🤷‍♀️

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

Can you imagine, that I played a really, really, really long time without any CC? I think, I had my first CC, when freetime came out. My english was worse back then, so half the time I did not know, what I was doing or how to install stuff properly. By chance I stumbled over Windlebridge, a massive CC intense hood (wayback machine link, it'll take sometime to load). I wanted to have that. And that was when I started to really get into modding TS2 (and learning english) From that time on, I flipped inbetween historical and modern gameplay. I still think both styles can be great fun. My current CC folder for medieval game is very puristic (only 7 gigs), but I am aiming for a fantasy game next. That is something new and sounds very exciting.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

This is hard. I want to say @midgethetree. Such a generous and patient person and so many great mods. Just gorgeous.

How long have you had Simblr?

My first post was on 30th january 2015. But is this the day I joined? Probably not. I' pretty sure, I was lurking at first.

How do you edit your pictures?

I use Gimp. Usually I just use it to resize pictures.

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

TS1: Makin' Magic TS2: Seasons

Tagging @withlovefromsimtown & @helene2troie

Happy simming :)

#sims #sims 2 #ts2

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The Devil Judge: Episode 7

I just finished The Devil Judge and something about this show compelled me to take copious notes - it had emotional intensity and layers of mystery. These are long and rambling, so they're likely not of interest to anyone else, but since I spent all that time writing it I decided, why not post it. Perhaps someone will find it interesting.

Below are my moment-to-moment reactions, predictions and analysis as I watched episode 7.

eps 1&2 ep3 ep4 ep5 ep6 ep7 ep8 ep9 ep10 ep11 ep12 ep13 ep14 ep15 ep16

I wrote about my initial impressions, up to episode 5, here and here.

This is cleaned up only slightly. I followed the spelling given in the Viki subtitles. I mostly don't explain what I'm reacting to, so this will probably only make sense if you've seen the episode recently. Occasionally I give timestamps.

I'm worried all the plots and counterplots won't make sense. But they usually don't; it's just about the vibes. Which would be fine, but it would be really exciting if they day.

Getting more focus on the tv/public image mob rule stuff, and I'm starting to think the show is not going to have much meaningful or interesting to say on the topic. I think because the public is portrayed as a single entity, credulous and easily swayed, so they're just a pawn in the political game. And there isn't much to say about pawns. At first I was hopeful because of the aesthetics of the show, but it turns out the focus is on the powerful.

So if public attention and/or opinion is useful in anyone's plots we'll see it, but otherwise it will be ignored. Or if they want it for its vibe and aesthetic.

Is Judge Oh really this naïve? She seems to be a stand-in for the public. so yes she's going to be shown as naïve, to voice what the person-on-the-street might be thinking. Which is too bad because I thought she was going to be interesting with her poor rural background, her ambition, and her interest in playing the media game. But I suspect any cohesiveness as a character she might have will get drowned if the story needs a mouthpiece for public opinion. Hopefully I'm wrong. She will still be ambitious etc, but only when it's convenient for the story.

Of course Judge Kang would hire someone he thought he could manipulate easily.

And now she's maybe being insightful again?

She's also sometimes expressing the extreme distillation of G's thoughts of feeling.

Judge Oh and her upside down reflection in the glass table as she's thinking about how to political intrigue.

(7:30) JSA's glass walled stone and metal house. Very empty and full of reflections.

This skincare routine looks like product placement but I don't think it is. JSA just never drops her mask, even alone. Has she forgotten she had any other self? Does she not trust that she's ever alone? When your whole house is windows...

(8:20) And it turns out she wasn't alone. Does Jae Hui live with her? I'm curious about their relationship.

JSA backstory implications? Real emotions?

What is honest and what is performance here, and who is she performing for?

Interesting. This is the first time we've seen her with no sexuality in her performance of self. She performing big sister instead.

She was 12 when she started at the Kangs'

Oh, and she's switched back to her seductive persona, perhaps?. She's dropped whatever honesty was involved, and I'm pretty sure there was some honesty there. But this is another kind of honest, maybe even more so, she's telling them her core belief and I think she really wants to help them. She's big sister again

Does she not think any of the adults here are important enough to harm her? Or is she caught up in identifying with the girls so she doesn't really notice them?

Is that what she did to chairmen Seo?

That heartbreaking question at 16:45.

Did JSA kill her mother at 12? Oh shit. Well she killed now.

(18:00) Elijah. Thank you for asking the question for me.

Immediately following the orphanage we get E and Y's argument about guardianship.

Oh my god this whole scene was amazing.

(25:46) An all out media war was instigated. Prez evoking xenophobia. Paying for tips?

I love these rows of journalists on their laptops at student desks. Echos of JSA's speech?

Wife thinks he went too far.

(28 ish) How the 5 gained power. And their eventual plot to build a concentration camp?!

Y was playing the politics game with G. Y thinks risk is fun. but G is too earnest and brought in the domestic. have you thought about Elijah? their real selves in the judges’ chambers

Episode 7, 30 minutes in and G has joined Y in his plotting for the first time!

Fuck he's sexy

That was the plot? Fake like he received an envelope from them? Ok, he Sets them all against each other. They're not that bright, but that's ok it would needlessly complicate the plot if they were.

Y loves the risk. Adrenaline junkie. He's so happy now, he's playing games against his enemies and winning and he comes home to his crush working alongside him on his lifelong project. (I'm sure he will crash soon, but his life is great now!)

Presidential basement.

Journey to the prison:

G has been repressing his desire for revenge.

I would have taken a different message from that than Kang is trying to give.

Is this the moment of corruption? Here in the prison yard?

I feel like we're finally seeing Seon Ah’s true face as she murders Seo. Anger and grief

White was a bold choice for a murder. Contrasting Y in his all black.

Huh, this ‘coronation’ framed like a Christian wedding

eps 1&2 ep3 ep4 ep5 ep6 ep7 ep8 ep9 ep10 ep11 ep12 ep13 ep14 ep15 ep16

#the devil judge episode 7 #kind of like liveblogging #the devil judge reaction #the devil judge #the devil judge spoilers #reaction by gillianthecat

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[Review] Pac-Man & Galaga Dimensions (3DS)

Past, present, and future...

My AV receiver is in the shop, so in lieu of Sin & Punishment 2 I’ve skipped ahead to a portable rail shooter. Pac-Man & Galaga Dimensions contains six games, one of which is such. Out of the many Namco collections of classic games, this one takes an interesting three-era approach.

The token inclusion of the original arcade Pac-Man and Galaga aren’t very exciting. There’s a few display modes with upright and cocktail cabinet frames as well as a no-frills MAME-style window. You can’t credit-feed but you can choose to start from any round you’ve reached. The added inclusion of an achievement system on the bottom screen is a nice motivation to have a go and try different things, but I didn’t spend too long with these.

The collection jumps ahead now to 2007/8, with what were at the time five-year-old revival attempts: Pac-Man Championship Edition and Galaga Legions. CE is more engaging than the original to be sure with its dynamic dot arrangements and pulsing neon visuals, but it doesn’t have that many modes especially compared to its much-lauded sequel that predates this collection by six months. It’s a solid reimagining of the classic maze gameplay but doesn’t have much ambition beyond that.

Galaga Legions feels much more new, focused on a unique gimmick where enemies can flood the screen from any direction in swirling formations, and you can manually drop two turret pods facing in your chosen cardinal orientation. While the visuals and overlays can be disorienting, if you focus through it it’s pretty interesting. Likewise your shots must cut through the chaff and take out the larger pink ships to scupper whole formations, while the occasional black hole gives you a squad of enemy fighters to bolster your turrets as long as you conserve them. I found this one pretty cool but couldn’t get more than a few levels in before losing all my lives to the swarm each time.

The main reason to pick up this collection would have to be the two brand-new games, which uniquely use features of the 3DS while experimenting with new gameplay styles. Pac-Man Tilt uses designs from the then-upcoming Ghostly Adventures cartoon (there’s also a trailer for the show as a headline item in the menu… hrm), in the context of a side scrolling platformer with heavy use of a gyro-controlled gravity-tilting mechanic and some light pinball elements. For me this immediately called to mind Yoshi’s Universal Gravitation on the GBA, which I feel like got more fun out of the idea despite only having binary tilt states.

Pac-Man can move independent of the level of tilt, but his jump isn't worth a damn unless you're plumb-neutral. While tilted you can get into a rolling state, but can easily blunder into hazards, or get an angle off a flipper that's not exactly, precisely right and thus die. Pac only takes one hit to perish and although there are checkpoints, I rarely had more than two lives so when later levels ramp up the difficulty more and more I found myself redoing levels through gritted teeth. There's 25 levels in all plus bonus stages unlocked by getting medals for good/perfect?? performance, but I didn't finish them all. I couldn't! The idea has potential but it fails to account for just how dodgy motion controls are for precision; YUG simplified the degrees of tilt you had to deal with and was better for it. Also, the game is all about rating your run through of a level; it doesn't need a life counter! Get rid of it!

Galaga 3D Impact is more light-gun gallery shooter in feel than rail shooter since you don't control a character's movement. Rather, you move the 3DS around in real space (groan) to aim your crosshair on aliens passing by. But! Luckily, they've allowed for use of the circle pad as a crutch, which meant I played by holding my console as still as possible and just using the pad to aim, since you can't turn gyro off. It worked ok?!

With only five stages, it's nice as a little bonus game for this collection but don't expect anything too grand. Your ship moves along through spacey zones like a theme park ride, classic Galaga baddies fly past, and you shoot them. It actually does something really cool with the enemy types though. You have a sort of capture beam that has to be charged, but any enemy you hit with it gets absorbed (although I had trouble getting the right timing for the stronger types). Different varieties give you new weapons and tools, and further captures add to an experience bar to upgrade it. Each new ability (bomb, shield, time stop, etc.) gets a new button with its own cooldown, and as your arsenal grows you'll be juggling them all in a fun way while keeping an eye out for specific baddies to capture.

3D Impact was my highlight of the collection thanks to these fun mechanics contained in a very digestible arcadey campaign. Also, I could ignore the gimmicky motion controls! Do I have to mention how antithetical they are to trying to use the stereoscopic 3D visual mode? Pac-Man Tilt tries but misses the mark, while the creaky arcade games can be played a thousand different ways at this point. Pac-Man CE seems to have been obsoleted by its successors and even some ports have added modes not in this version; and Galaga Legions likewise got an expanded rerelease mere weeks before this collection came out. So it's an underwhelming selection, especially on the 3DS's dinky screen. And as solid as Galaga 3D Impact is, it can't carry a full-price game on its own... luckily, this game isn't for sale any more and it's easier than ever to try out things like this via alternate means. Wink. (I did buy this game on cartridge a few years ago, for the record.)

#pac man #galaga #pac man and galaga dimensions #bandai namco #namco #review #3ds

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hello! :D I go by juni, and I would like to request a, ✨️romantic, matchup for project sekai. pretty pleease with a cherry on top? 🥺

anyway lmao

- Gender + pronouns: female + she/her

- Orientation: asexual + greyromantic

- Romantic preference: Male preference

- Appearance: I'm 5'1. My hair is a darkish-brown with light brown streaks, and I have a long, whispy layered pixie cut. I have an inverted-triangle head shape, and I have a triangle + mesomorphic body type. I have beauty marks mostly on my shoulders and arms, I also specifically have one on one of my ear lobes (low-key, my favorite feature). I have olive-toned skin. I have almond shaped eyes, and my eye color is brown.

- Personality: I'm just going to list a bunch of traits, so buckle up 😤. Nice, independent, caring, articulate, calm, clever, intelligent, compassionate, deep, empathetic, friendly, gentle, humble, genuine, forgiving, hard-working, humorous, disciplined, helpful, insightful, intuitive, kind-hearted, reliable, logical, loyal, mature, observant, methodical, patient, selfless, reflective, sweet, responsible, wise, emotionally strong, accepting, supportive, complex, quiet, awkward, reserved, introverted, realist, straightforward, sarcastic, self-concious, shy, tired, blunt, brutally-honest, gullible, procrastinator, lonely.

- Likes: Going for walks, hanging out with friends, deep conversations, blankets, the night sky, sunrises and sunsets, astronomy, psychology, literature, ancient history, nature, browsing, window shopping, sweets, pasta dishes, traveling, art, exploring, cats and dogs, music, fruit, coffee and tea, laughing, joking around, stormy weather, learning more about the things that interest me, to clean (willingly).

- Dislikes >:( : Waffles, wasps, centipedes + millipedes, being ignored, anything that makes someone a terrible person (not redeemable), being watched, hot weather, silent treatment.

- Hobbies: Painting, ceramics, playing video games, reading, listening to music and occasionally podcasts.

- Etc: My main love language is quality time. I don't really like physical touch for reasons, but if I'm asked for consent first, and say yes, then it's all good 💪. My big three are libra (sun), pisces (moon), and capricorn (rising). My MBTI is INFJ and my enneagram is 5w4.

Thank you! <3

I'm so sorry in advance

I match you with..

R*I

He loves how independent and grounded you are

Even though you're a bit shy, you work hard and still are kind to others.

When he first met you, you were just. Nice.

You had a sense of identity, you had friends. It's not like you had to talk to him or be nice to him.

But you were.

He enjoys your humor and intelligence !! You two are always making cryptid ass jokes that only you two understand

He thought stuff like astronomy was cool, and psychology was interesting, but after he heard u talk about it, he realized why you love it so much

Date nights like going on spontaneous walks at night

Star gazing and painting

Huddling under blankets while watching documentaries on things you didn't even know existed

If there's ever a bug he's like "hey there :3" "pls leave my girlfriend alone"

😭😭 nah cause there'll be a wasp and I can just see him grabbing it in mid air or smth

He's not that used to physical touch, so unless you grow comfortable to initiate it, there probably won't be much of it

He loves spending time with u !! There's nothing else he'd rather be doing

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ladyimaginarium · 10 months

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🍓- if you're an introject, what is ur source/who are you? (Don't tell if uncomfy!)

📍- funny story that happened in exomemories (If u have any)

🍒 - funny story that happened in headspace?

🌹- funny story that happened in the meatspace?

🍓- if you're an introject, what is ur source/who are you? (Don't tell if uncomfy!)

I& am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen First Of My& Name and the rightful Queen of Westeros.

I& am her& ancestor, Queen Rhaenyra& of the House Targaryen First Of My& Name and the rightful Queen of Westeros before I& died.

My& name is Marco Adriano&, it's a pleasure to meet you.

I'm& the one and only Loretta Christiano Amodio!

📍- funny story that happened in exomemories (If u have any)

There were times when I& was Queen of Meereen that I& would arrange little games for my& cupbearers who were the children of Meereenese nobles who opposed my& rule. Missandei& would join in, too, and for the first time in a long time, she& could actually feel like a child. My& handmaids Irri and Jhiqui would join them, too. I& would set up hide and seek arrangements in the Great Pyramid... and... gods, the laughter. They reminded me& of Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion when they were hatchlings. I'll& never forget it. Ser Barristan& would walk up to my& chambers and summon me& to court at the behest of the people, however, which was always a plight to the children because they wanted me& to stay, but I& told them that they could continue playing as long as they liked. They appreciated that, I& could tell. It was one of my& fondest memories in Meereen.

When I& was a girl at court, there were times when Syrax& would follow me around outside the Red Keep in the morning to keep a watchful eye over me&... and to pester the cooks for food. Lady Laena& and I& walked past a particular window while we& were gossiping about the affairs of court and we& saw Syrax& being fed a hefty piece of sheep. It was far too early to be up in the morning at that time and my& royal father would tell us& both to go return to our& chambers if he found out, and we& were giggling so loudly that some of the chefs turned around and saw us&... but they were kind enough to not report to my& father about it.

Ah... hm, let's see. There's a few I& could talk about, but for simplicity's sake, I'll& go with one. When I& was a younger boy and didn't know anything, about a year or so before the Second Destroyers attacked Ergastulum, Striker, Beretta& and I& when I& was previously known as Spas would occasionally go rollerskating once we& were done our& chores and training. For context, we& lived in a nearby cottage in the woods not too far outside of Paris, France once Maverick& managed to get us& out of the program, and it was just us&, Svetlana& and eventually baby Sig& taking care of each other when Maverick& turned 17 considering she was our& assigned leader. Beretta& would always wear these cute goth girlesque outfits (and I& guess she& hasn't changed much since) and Striker would get angry if anyone so much as even looked at her& in the wrong way. So we were rollerskating through the streets to go to this local cafe. I& honestly don't remember what we'd gotten, but Striker had a game in mind. He had these... fiery hot candies that I& don't remember the name of that he'd& bought from another store ( you'd be surprised to know that outside of his duties, Striker was actually a good kid... give or take, relatively speaking ). He dared me& to eat one of them while he& ate the other. The longest one to withstand the heat won and the loser had to jump into the lake nearby the cottage. It was safe to say that he won that match. Whatever it was, it was very hot to the tongue and Striker had this shit eating grin on his face and Beretta& was over the moon giggling the entire time. Later that day, when we& returned to the cottage, Striker pretty much pushed me& into the water. The water was cool to the touch and while Beretta& was laughing and teasing me&, Striker picked her& up and they both jumped in together. The entire time, Minimi& was smoking one of his marijuana laced joints ( he& had chronic pain due to his& injuries ) sitting on the porch and Maverick& and Svetlana& came outside with baby Sig& in Marie's& arms and asked what on earth was going on. Striker told her& what had happened and Svetlana& let out the heartiest laugh and Marie& was shaking her head with an exasperated smile. In hindsight, I& don't know why I'm& remembering this now, that felt like so long ago, but... it was a memory before things fell apart, I& suppose. A memory that things really were sweet back then and if only they had the perspective change that I& had that day, then perhaps things would be different. Perhaps I& never would have died. Perhaps Connie& wouldn't have died and Joel& wouldn't have had to spend the last years of her& life feeling as if it were her& fault that she& lost her only living kin that remained. It was my& fault.

One time when a meeting between the Four Fathers was being held, just before, I& couldn't stop listening to "Oops! I Did It Again" by Britney Spears (love you Britney!) and Galahad was jamming with me& to it and just as Marco& got out of the car, Gally locked him& out and Marco& was out here yelling and telling us& that we were gonna be late but we were having the time of our lives in the car so poor Marco& was just... standing there looking so exasperated. Listen, you never interfere with a girl and her playlists!

🍒 - funny story that happened in headspace?

i& wasn't there when it happened but cookie monster& was in some of the kitchens in elysium& ( which is basically one of our& main areas, it's where the fronting room is, i'll& probably explain it in another post ). anyway, he& was just out here having the time of his& life, but here's the catch. other system members& wanted the cookies, too. alex& was about to get some for herself& but when she& saw that he& practically ate pretty much every cookie there was, she& picked up this water spray bottle on the sink counter and just sprayed him& with it. poor cookie monster& was just like "oh, me& sorry, miss alex&, please dont tell me& mommy! AAAAAAAH" & alex& just wasn't having it & then erica& just. walked in & just. blinked & stared blankly bc shenanigans happen all the time. lmfao safe to say it was pretty chaotic. this is what i& mean when i& say that sometimes being a system is a crossover that literally no one asked for. /lh

🌹- funny story that happened in the meatspace?

okay so sig& was fronting at the time and interacting with my& mother. i& have no idea why she& was fronting, probably just bc she& wanted to. ( to clarify, our& mother is fully aware of our& diagnosis ). anyway, sig& was talking about my& mom's ex bf & she& was like "listen big mama if a man ever talked like that to me&, i'd& chop him in half with my& axe, works every time!"with this cheery tone and my& mom just. stared at her& for like 46 minutes and then laughed. sig's& actually really funny in a morbid kinda way. /lh

#written in blood.#there's a few of us& bc usually we& prefer if it's for specific introjects especially w/ we're& polyfragmented & its easier LOL #even if depending on who it is they won't always be the ones answering it bc they might be dormant or w/e #ty tho !!! <3 #arcana.txt #rhaenyra.txt #🐉.txt #⌚.txt #👑.txt #imaginarians.txt

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